Alpha Girls  Pt. 6  
by Musclehead



"Hi, Mr. Taylor. It's been a few months."

His voice filled with fear, "Hi, Tammy. What brings you here?" Part of him
hoped she wasn't here to abuse him and part of him prayed that that was
exactly why.

Well, Mr. Taylor, you know, these steroids make me horny all the time." As she
spoke, she put a hand on his chest and slowly pushed him back into the foyer
so she could come farther in herself. A foot gracefully went out and back, and
then with a burst of power, the door was slammed shut. "Of course, just
looking at myself in the mirror makes me pretty horny also."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can. I mean, I don't want you to get the impression that I'm here
because you turn me on, or that you're the only person available to me.
Believe me, I have a whole stable of young men at my beckon call. You're a
target because you're Amy's Dad and also because I know that my muscles drive
you crazy, just like hers did."

Bob still had a shirt and necktie on so Tammy grabbed his tie and pulled him
across the room, jerking it some at the end, not hard, but to make the point
for him to sit down on the couch. "Take off your clothes, Mr. Taylor."

"Tammy, please d ... ... ."

"I SAID TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES." This time, she grabbed his tie forcefully,
pulling him off the couch and throwing him onto the floor, flinging him right
over the coffee table. Then a hand went to the coffee table edge and tossed
that aside, more to scare him than anything. It had its intended effect. She
leaped on top of him and in seconds his clothes were gone. Then she picked him
up and plopped him back down on the couch.

"Now you sit there. I want you to tuck your hands under your butt and don't
move a muscle." Tammy stood in front of him and did a slow, seductive strip
tease, taking her sweat pants off, then unzipping her hoodie and tossing it
aside. She was wearing a tight, long sleeve t shirt underneath. She pulled it
over her head. The increased muscle was quite obvious. Her arms were close to
fifteen inches now, huge on her five foot-two inch body. Underneath that long
sleeve shirt was a tight tank top with the inscription across her boobs,
"Maneater". Tammy stared at him with a look that suggested that she indeed was
going to eat him, and watched his cock slowly come to full attention, saluting
her awesomeness.

Slowly pulling her top up and up, revealing incredible hard deep abs, each row
full and round. And those tits, which seemed even bigger than last time,
distorted the shirt as they thrust forward, nipples fully erect. Her shoulders
were round and wide, veins prominent.

Tammy stared at Mr. Taylor as she started running her hands up and down her
powerful torso, along the insides of her detailed legs, cupping her massive
biceps, while purring "That right Mr. Taylor, ten more pounds of muscle since
last time I saw you." Suddenly she ripped her tank top apart, those awesome
breasts popping into view. "Look at these nipples, Mt. Taylor, always, always
erect since I started doing this Nolvedex stuff. Looks like Mr. Taylor, Jr.
likes what it sees." She started to rub her pussy through her tiny panties.
"Come on little man, show your appreciation." Some more rubbing and fondling.
"I can do a thousand crunches at a time, little man. And I am so fucking
strong like you can't believe." Suddenly, Bob erupted like he hadn't since the
last time Tammy had visited, and this time with no manual stimulation.

"Ha, ha. Oh, you have no control when I'm around. My turn." She stepped up
onto the couch, straddling him and leaned her crotch into his face, pulling
her panties aside. "You know what to do." As he got her off, she slammed into
him so hard, she knocked him out. When he woke up, she was gone. He looked
over at the TV. She had left her tank top behind, stretched out, with some
books sitting on the ends on top of the TV, keeping it in place so he could
see the inscription, "Maneater."

Meanwhile, a few hundred miles away: "Coach Walker, can I ask a favor?"

"Sure Peter. Whatever it is. It's been such a pleasure to have you around. Not
only are you our best wrestler and a sure win every time, but I like your
quiet leadership style. What is it you want?"

"Just to watch me wrestle someone?"

"Sure, a walk-on for the team?"

"No exactly." Amy was standing in the corner. The coach hadn't seen her. She
was wearing a standard men's singlet with a sports bra underneath, and at the
moment, a hoody that said "Harvard Gymnastics" on the back. They weren't here
today to explore the sexual aspects of all the physicality of rubbing bodies
together hence the singlet. Peter had something else in mind.

"A girl?"

"Not just any girl, coach." He motioned to Amy to remove her hoody.

"Wow. I'm very impressed. You have more muscle than a lot of guys on the team,
but I can't let you compete."

"We don't want her to. She's already got a full plate with gymnastics and an
eighteen credit caseload."

"Eighteen credits? That would be a lot at a local junior college, but at
Harvard?"

"She's not only a superlative athlete coach, she's the smartest person I've
ever met. Four-O average so far. Can you just watch us? Please? Then I'll
explain."

"Okay. I'll referee." So they wrestled with the basically same outcome, he
won, but he couldn't pin her and she was closing the gap some, just from
wrestling with Peter in their apartment before sex. Afterwards, "I wish I
could let you wrestle. You're amazing. I bet you could have beaten any of
Peter's opponents both this year and last. So what is it you want, Peter?"

"Since Jack's out for the season, can I work with Amy in practice?"

"This is highly unusual. But, you know, having a girl who's that good, as good
as you are, Miss ... ."

"Amy, Amy Taylor."

"You might be good inspiration for some of the other wrestlers. I guess it
would be alright. By the way, what ever happened to Jack? Whoever he tangled
with must have been pretty formidable. Maybe he got mugged by more than one
person."

"You'll have to ask him coach. He wasn't exactly my best friend."

"Well, he won't talk. Very strange. Good thing he didn't have a scholarship.
We'd have had to take it away."

Later that day, the coach asked the Athletic director if he knew anything
about this Amy Taylor. "Geeze, Bill, not you too."

"Not me, what?"

"She's the girl. The one that got Frank fired."

"I wasn't paying attention. What happened?"

"Evidently she's a phenomenal gymnast. And he fucked her. I don't know if she
seduced him or what. Doesn't matter. He said he couldn't help himself. And he
said it was worth getting fired over, the greatest sexual experience of his
life. He wasn't sure if he fucked her or she fucked him."

"Well, I can believe it. Have you seen this girl?"

"No."

"Well, she's very pretty. And she has this amazing body stacked and muscular,
very muscular. I can see why she'd be a great gymnast."

"Frank said she did a quadruple backflip with a twist, the only time he knows
of that it's ever been done. Anyway, what do you want with her?"

"She and my best wrestler, Peter Egan, are living together. He asked if she
could be his practice partner since Jack Sprat is out for the season. She's
better than anyone he's wrestled for two years, and she has very little
training, she's just extremely strong and has all the other attributes that
any elite gymnast would have."

"So you're gonna let this happen?"

"Yeah. That okay with you?"

"Just be careful."

Meanwhile, across campus:

(Author's note. Concerning volleyball: If it seems ridiculous or impossible
for a woman to jump sixty inches, back in the eighties, a Volleyball magazine
reported that every single player on the Cuban national women's team jumped
higher than every man on the American men's team, (vertical jump). All of them
had their heads and shoulders higher than the top of the net when they hit.

Back then, the Japanese teams always won with their very quick style of play.
And then the Cuban women came along, and they were all such amazing physical
specimens that they were just as quick as the Japanese, but seemed to be
playing the game about a foot and a half higher than the Japanese, and
everyone else for that matter. In the world championships, they quite simply
crushed everyone, never losing even a game, usually winning games with scores
like 11-3, 11-2, 11-0. No one scored more than four points against them and
that was just one time.

But one woman in particular, who was only five-eight had a sixty inch jump.
She simply went right over the block of women who were as much as seven or
eight inches taller than her, regularly putting the ball away inside of the
ten foot line with such a quick arm-swing that usually the ball was gone
before the other team could even respond. The author has seen videos of her
playing so the author knows it's true. There was also an American player in
the 90s, Angela Rock, who was about the same height and was said to be able to
bench two-hundred and seventy-five pounds. She would hit the ball with
top-spin hits from the back row sometimes and literally knock people over. The
Author has seen tapes of that also.. Carol was a combination of the two.)

Carol was getting better by the day and she was already very far ahead of the
others. Her leaping ability was otherworldly, sixty inches or more every
single time she left the ground. Her hits, every one of them was truly
frightening. The coach had to tell her to lighten up in practice for fear of
hurting one of her teammates. She couldn't seem to find a way to take anything
off her spikes, but she did manage to make sure that none of them hit anyone.
Her play made everyone around her better, much better, and most of the girls
increased their weight training a lot, knowing how much it did for Carol,
especially leg work . As unlikely as it seemed, by the end of the season,
Harvard had become a women's volleyball powerhouse. Like the Cuban women of
the eighties, they seemed to be playing about a foot or more above everyone
else.

Carol knew what a great guy Dave was and she really like him. So, she didn't
really want him to "move on" because of her rough brand of sex. But something
had to be done. She would have to train herself to not cut loose quite so much
with him, at least for the time being. So they started working out together
instead of each doing their own thing. Her workouts were much tougher than
what Dave had been doing and they started to bring better results for him. He
did not have the genetic potential to catch her, but he became strong enough
that when sex started getting more intense and physical again, he didn't get
so beaten up. Like Peter, Dave understood the alpha personalities of his girl,
and if she acted out of a need to dominate some other guy once in a while, he
was cool with that.

Meanwhile, back home: Tammy knocked on Mr. Taylor's door. He was there, and a
part of him wanted desperately to see her most recent improvements, but the
rest of him was scared shitless. She was getting more and more aggressive and
he was afraid she was really going to hurt him one of these days. So he didn't
answer. She knocked again. No answer. Then his cell phone beeped. The message
read, "If you don't open up, I'll kick it in. It looks like a pretty expensive
door."

Reluctantly, he opened up and she almost knocked him aside as she quickly
entered. She had some guy with her. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties,
pretty well built and quite a bit bigger than her. "Go and get undressed and
sit in your usual spot, Mr. Taylor."

"Please, don't humiliate me in front of anyone."

"Don't worry about it. He's dumber than a box of rocks. He'll never tell
anyone and I'll bet tomorrow he won't even remember any of this."

"Please, I beg of you."

"Mr. Taylor, you have no say in the matter. Now if you don't do what I told
you, it's gonna be far worse." She turned do the guy. "Todd, did you wear your
tiny little bikini underwear like I told you too?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She turned to Mr. Taylor. "You too. This guy
has no idea what I'm like under my sweats. He just knows I have big tits and a
round ass. Now you finish undressing and sit down, on your hands just like
last time." She turned back to Todd, who was standing there in his little
underwear. "Very nice Todd. I wanted you to have as little on as possible so
Mr. Taylor can compare our bodies. Pretty decent muscles, okay abs. You'll
do."

"Ma'am, before we start, I gotta pee. Ma'am, is he some kind of freak?"

"No, no." Todd looked relieved. "That would be me." He did a double take
before she shooed him along to the toilet down the hall. When he was gone,
"I've got him trained to call me Ma'am. Ha". Tammy quickly stripped down to
just a thong and wife-beater, only about four inches of lower abs showing. Mr.
Taylor gasped. "Yes, Mr. Taylor, another five pounds of muscle. Actually maybe
more than that because I feel leaner, more ripped. But I'm a hundred and
forty-five now."

When Todd came back into the room, "Oh my God, you've got incredible muscles.
I don't know if I like this."

"How about if I do this?" She pulled off her shirt and her tits just blasted
off her chest. Her abs were incredible. She could see Todd's dick stirring.

"What are we going to do, Ma'am?"

"Wrestle. Or you can leave. But you'll have to get past me if you want to get
out."

Todd picked up his clothes. "You are a freak like you said."

"Damn right, but if you beat me I'll pleasure you with some freaky sex, better
than you've ever had."

He set his clothes back down. "Well, what have I got to lose? Maybe it'll be
fun. The more I look at you, the more I think your muscly body looks great.
And those tits are amazing."

"Watch this, Todd." She started to twist her body at the waist, rotating her
torso left and right, very fast. "See, my tits are so firm they hardly even
sway when I do that. Beat me and I'll give you a tit fucking that'll be so
awesome you'll be telling your grandsons about it n your old age, it'll be
that fresh in your memory." As she talked, Bob was watching them both. Her
body was so much harder than Todd's. Her arms and legs were bigger and her
shoulders were wider. He assumed the only reason Todd weighed more was because
he was taller. Bob surmised that poor Todd was going to be badly beaten and
that he was powerless to do anything to stop it.

"I want you to attack me first, Todd." They locked up and she immediately
started powering him down before suddenly pivoting and throwing him half way
across the room. That was Todd's best moment. Not only was Tammy much stronger
than him, she was so aggressive that he didn't know what hit him. She tossed
him all over the place and just beat the hell out of the poor guy. He couldn't
defend himself and Bob was starting to think that If Tammy gained another
fifteen pounds as was her goal, even his formidable daughter might not do so
well against this sexy little wrecking machine.

Finally, Tammy got up and came over to Mr. Taylor. Poor Todd was lying on the
floor on his stomach, barely moving except for occasional heave of his chest.
"You haven't come yet, Mr. Taylor. Maybe my final move will do it. This is
such an awesome move. I've never done it, but I'm so fucking strong I know I
can." She went over and stood on the other side of Todd, bent over, grabbed
one arm near his armpit and a leg up near the crotch. Then she went into a
handstand on top of him. Holding it for a moment, she suddenly brought her
legs back down and pulled him up off the floor up over her head as her feet
touched down. She smiled at Bob as he shot his load.

She lowered Todd to her shoulders in a classic back breaker hold and came over
to Mr. Taylor, lowering herself onto his lap. "Guide yourself in."

"Please Tammy, no."

"I'm allowing you to fuck me. You should be grateful. Now, GUIDE YOURSELF IN."
He did as told. Tammy started to slowly move up and down on his shaft, looking
him in the eye with a malevolent smile on her face. Soon, the stimulus
overload, to his dick and to his senses, was too much and he started to come.
He didn't get very far. She clamped down hard with pussy muscles that were
also jacked up on steroids. "Not yet, big boy." She started again, but talking
trash to him as she went. "I'm sure this is beyond your wildest dreams, Mr.
Taylor. You've got a nineteen year old girl, five-two and a hundred and
forty-five pounds of steroid fueled muscle, sitting on your lap with your dick
inside her-like pussy. She's got a big guy, unconscious, draped across her
shoulders because she just beat the crap out of him for your entertainment.
And you're about to come again." Right on cue, Bob started erupting. And she
clamped down again.

Todd was starting to come around, so Tammy moved her arm from his chest to his
head with her hand on his chin, pulling his head down and twisting it so he'd
have to watch as she fucked Mr. Taylor. Then she went back to some trash talk.
"Mr. Taylor, you know your daughter is a phenomenal physical specimen and an
awesome fighter. But a few more months of my doing nothing but working out and
ingesting protein and Nolvedex, and oh yeah, fucking you and any other guy I
may choose, and I'm going to do to her what I did to Todd here." Suddenly, Bob
was erupting again and she let him because she was spasming down below also.
And poor Todd, Tammy was pulling down on him with tremendous force.

After their simultaneous moment, she shrugged the once again unconscious Todd
off her shoulders and onto the floor, climbed up to a standing position and
shoved her pussy into Bob's face, her favorite position, so forceful, so
dominating . He too was unconscious, but she didn't care.

When Bob woke up a little while later, he couldn't believe what he saw. Todd
was on his stomach and she was on her back. His neck was craned up and his
face was in her pussy, his arms locked in place under her bent knees. After
one stupendous orgasm, she sat up, reached forward, grabbed his ankles and
then pulled his legs towards her, arching his back painfully, surely farther
than it had ever gone except when he was on her shoulders.

Then she lay down and crunched those awesome abs inward, lifting his entire
bodyweight off the floor and suspending it above her as she ground her hips
back and forth to increase the sensations. Todd was screaming into her crotch
which only made it better. When she saw that Bob was awake, she tossed the
mangled Todd off her and got up. She picked up her phone, sat down on Bob's
lap once again and stuffed his face between her tits, his eyes visible,
looking up at her in terror as his oxygen started to run out. She held him in
place with one strong arm while holding the phone above her and snapping a
picture from above.

When Amy got the picture, she recognized her father's eyes, and of course knew
Amy's phone number. She muttered to herself, "Oh my God. Look at those tits.
There as big as Carol's. And that arm is huge. What is she up to?"