Alpha Girls – Pt. 
8 by Musclehead 



(Back to the beginning of the summer)

Bob Taylor awoke to the sound of a loud crash. Tammy had just smashed down
that expensive front door. He opened his eyes and almost peed himself as she
entered his bedroom wearing a leopard skin bikini that was so tiny that almost
nothing was left to the imagination. She had way surpassed her goal of
building enough muscle to weigh in at a hundred and sixty pounds. She was now
one-eighty, as much as Carol, but seven inches shorter. She was so thick and
dense, it was hard to believe. And she was so strong that when she jumped on
top of him, she did it after only one step into the room, leaping almost
twenty feet. She was growling like a wild animal as she attacked the helpless
man.

She grabbed his dick so hard he thought she'd tear it off. Ripping her bottom
off, her shaved pussy looked like it was opening and shutting, getting ready
to eat his dick, harkening back to that tank top that she had left on his TV
one time that said "Maneater" across the chest. Indeed, as soon as her pussy
touched the tip of his rock hard cock, it sucked him in all the way.
Grape-vining his legs, she brought her tremendous breasts down on his face as
she wrapped her now seventeen inch arms around his chest.

She then proceeded to slam up and down on him with all the force that a
hundred eighty pounds of steroid pumped muscle can generate, while his dick
actually felt like it was being chewed off. In seconds, his pelvic bones were
shattered and he felt his knees and ankles dislocate. He couldn't breathe
because of her breasts suffocating him. Not that that would have mattered
because she was squeezing him so tightly that his lungs weren't functioning.
As he felt one row after another of his ribs crack then splinter, he knew he
was going to die, to actually be fucked to death by a crazed muscle machine.

Bob woke up from his nightmare in a cold sweat. He turned on the light to get
his bearings and discovered that his chest and stomach was covered with his
own sperm, and his dick was so rock hard that it hurt.

Tammy decided that she wasn't ready to have her confrontation with Amy during
summer break. It wasn't because she wasn't physically ready. She was. She now
weighed in at a very scary hundred and sixty pounds. But it wasn't just that
she had all that muscle, she was also as finely conditioned as an athlete can
be. And she still retained all of her gymnastics skills, improving since high
school. Unbeknownst to her, she actually weighed the same as Amy now, having
mistakenly thought that Amy was one-sixty-five.

She was off to college early, unlike Amy, who had chosen Harvard for its
academics, not its gymnastics. No, she was heading to Georgia, a powerhouse in
their chosen sport, and since gymnastics was so important at Georgia, there
was an all summer camp, at no charge, part of her scholarship package. So
that's why she and Amy wouldn't cross paths.

Before she left for camp, she paid one last visit to Amy's dad. "Tammy, I
haven't seen you in a while. How's your progress coming along?"

"Gee, you've never asked me before. I know my muscles turn you on like all
get-out, but you're overriding emotion has always been fear when I've visited
you in the past."

"Well, I AM afraid of you, afraid that in a 'roid rage you'll really hurt me."

"Have I hurt you yet?"

"You've banged my up some, but no, I guess not." He sat quiet for a minute.
"I've had a recurring nightmare. In it you are sex crazed monster, with more
muscle than is even possible on someone as short as you. You literally fuck me
to death, break my bones, crush my pelvis, crack my ribs, and then in the end,
you literally tear my penis off with your vagina." He sat quietly staring at
the floor while Tammy laughed and laughed. "And I know you've gotten much
bigger over the last year, but Amy is such a ferocious fighter. I'm afraid for
your safety when she comes home."

"No need for that. I've been working on MMA skills too. Knocked out my
instructor last night and wrenched his arm so bad in an arm bar that he
probably won't be fighting for a while. I'm ready for anything that bitch can
throw at me. Now, assume your normal position." Without any more coaxing or
threats, Bob stripped naked and sat down on the couch on his hands.

Tammy did a very sensual strip tease for him, his penis rising steadily as
more and more came off. She had her back to him when she removed her
sweatshirt, most of her fabulous body now exposed, her shoulders impossibly
wide. Now it was her turn to wear a shirt from when she was thirteen and
weighed ninety pounds. Actually what she was wearing was a leotard. She had
cut it in half, and the stretchy material now pulled back towards what had
been the top and the bottom when it was one piece and had structural
integrity. The bottoms barely stretched across an amazingly muscular ass and
her quads were so thick that from the back, they stuck out on either side of
her ripped hamstrings. This was the first time he had seen her at the same
weight as his daughter, but somehow more impressive than Amy since she was
four inches shorter.

When she turned around, he had already spilled his beans. In the front, the
torn leotard barely covered breasts which had gotten bigger and bigger thanks
to estrogen based Nolvedex, and the tight material bunched so low that every
square inch of her rock hard core was visible. As soon as he saw that front
view, he started coming again, pretty impossible for a man of his age, but she
was so hot and her muscularity had developed beyond what seemed possible in a
year.

"My my, you are a leaky faucet tonight. Or I should say, a geyser." Looking
him up and down, she noticed a difference since last time she was there almost
three months ago. "Mr. Taylor, you've been working out, haven't you?"

"I know you could probably beat the hell out of me with your eyes closed and
one hand behind your back, but I thought if I was in better shape, I might not
get so banged up when you do whatever it is you do with me."

"Well, you know what they say, in thirty days, you'll notice a difference, in
sixty, your friends will notice and in ninety, everyone will. Well done. Has
Amy seen you yet?"

"No."

"Well, maybe later." Before he could ask what she meant by that, she set her
phone down on the end table and climbed on the couch, straddling him, the
usual position. "My turn." She stood upright, pulling the torn bottom half of
the leotard aside. He had to lean forward to reach her shaved pussy so he
could start licking. After the first satisfying orgasm, she leaned into him
more, putting pressure on his face so he could feel her strength. He was doing
a great job and she started to rotate her muscular hips some, pushing harder
and harder.

And then she felt two hands on the back of her legs, working their way up and
then under the thin fabric that covered less than half her ass. His hands
started to knead those two round muscles, alternately running under the
fabric, then grabbing it in his fist pulling and pushing. Whatever it was he
was doing back there felt wonderful, but more importantly, "He's worshipping
me," she thought as she came again.

Bob's massaging of her muscular ass was getting her going again and she moaned
loudly.

Suddenly Bob blurted out "You are a Goddess." His words dissolved into loud
slurping sounds as his out of control lust caused him to tear her bottoms off,
the slinky material rubbing over her clit as he pulled it away. The sensation
was so awesome combined with his licking and sucking that she lost her
balance, falling backwards, her knees buckling.

But the fitter, stronger Bob was able to break her fall with those hands on
her backside. She wound up sitting on his lap, farther down towards his knees.
She looked down at his twitching throbbing cock. He had come again. She
whispered something to him and told him to repeat it out loud. "Goddess. You
are so perfect. Your muscular body is so awesome I can't control myself.
Please may I touch it?"

She leaned back so that her powerful torso was arched, her tits sticking up in
the air, the hard round ridges of her abdomen so pronounced. 'You may," she
replied. He ran his hands up and down her body. When he touched her breasts,
she grabbed his wrists. "Beg me to let you touch my perfect tits."

"Please, please Goddess." She allowed it and as he stroked them, pinching her
nipples, she wondered to herself why his wife left him. He was proving very
adept. Maybe it was because she was turning him on so much and his ex didn't.
At this point, he didn't need any prompting. "Tammy, please let me fuck you.
Please."

"No one fucks me. But I fuck anyone I want."

"Please fuck me, please please fuck me with all your muscles and strength."
So, she scotched forward and impaled herself on him, pulling his face into her
breasts. He didn't need to be told to start licking. And then he did something
he'd never done in his life, never even thought about doing. He stuck his
finger in her ass. Tammy squealed with delight, throwing her muscular arms
around his head and squeezing so hard he thought she'd suffocate him. They
both came simultaneously and hugely.

In the afterglow, Tammy complimented him. "See, Mr. Taylor, exercise is the
fountain of youth, and makes you more virile. If you had worked out way back,
maybe your wife wouldn't have left you."

"Well, she was such a demanding bitch, I was at the office all the time just
to support her expensive tastes. Then she'd bitch that I was out of shape, and
she picked up some guy at the gym."

"Well, tough luck for her. You're a stud now. And I still own you. Got that?"

"Yes, my Goddess." She reached over and pushed a button on her phone.

"Oh, my God. You didn't record that, did you?"

"Just the sound. The camera saw nothing but the table top." She turned it on.
The first word he heard were her voice: "My turn" followed about a minute
later by his: "You are a Goddess" then the very loud sounds of him
enthusiastically licking and suck on her pussy.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Already done." She hit the send button, destination: Amy.

"By the way, I won't be seeing you for a while, and I won't be having my
confrontation with Amy just yet. The University of Georgia takes their
gymnastics more seriously than Harvard. I have Gymnastics Camp all summer.
Leaving tomorrow. Beg me to stay."

Bob couldn't believe the words spilling out of his mouth, "Please don't go."

Meanwhile several hundred miles away, Amy sat quietly. Peter could tell she
was upset. When he came over to her, she started crying. "I didn't know my
mother treated my Dad that way. Now I feel awful about the way I acted towards
him. He took care of me. Maybe he was just so sad that he didn't have any will
anymore to keep his precocious daughter in check. Sounds like he's getting his
shit together now, and in some perverse way, it seems like Tammy is helping
him, even though that was not her intent." She tossed her phone to Peter.
"Listen to this." After Peter re-played it, Amy looked at him with an intense
stare. "I'm gonna kill that bitch."

After doing nothing but practice and hitting the weights all summer, Tammy was
a much better gymnast than she had been, and she had been really good. Amy was
still world class when it came to strength, conditioning and all the skills
she had always had, but she had sort of leveled off when it came to
gymnastics. She thought that she was the very best, and she had studies at
Harvard which made Georgia look like high school by comparison, so she
concentrated her efforts more towards her studies.

Tammy had always been the better of the two, but it was Amy who garnered all
the attention and accolades. In addition to being picked on by the other Alpha
girls, especially Amy, for being the smallest, Tammy also had a seething
resentment for the lack of respect she got in gymnastics. Now was her time.

The school gymnastics outfits were long sleeve, but she was so big relative to
her height that the way it stretched over her musculature hid nothing. Her
abs, even her pronounced devil's horns shown right through the body of the
leotard. Lots of the other girls had pretty good muscles, and they all had abs
that showed like that, but no one had arms like hers. And her legs looked like
they could propel her into the sky. In a word, she looked quite formidable.

She was an inspiration to her teammates and they were undefeated thus far in
the season. Then they went up to Cambridge. No one expected Harvard to give
them any problems. The Georgia girls wondered why they were even competing
with them. But one girl, and Tammy knew who it was, pretty much carried the
team. Word had gotten out that this awesome athlete had done a quadruple
backflip with three twists.

When Amy and Carol had gone off to Harvard, they did not know of Tammy's
plans. Cutting to the chase, at the meet Tammy managed to avoid being seen by
Amy who had no idea she was there and therefore was not looking for her. Tammy
kept her hoodie up when Amy was around, but Amy did hear about this muscular
little girl on Georgia's team that was tearing it up.

Then came time for the floor exercise and Tammy watched as Amy did her
patented move that she was sure no one else could even get close. After she
was done, a hooded girl came over and congratulated her. Amy reached out and
gently pulled back her hood. "That was great, Amy. My turn." Tammy turned and
walked away, taking off her sweatshirt as she went and Amy got a glimpse of
the body that was in a few minutes was going to perform the first quintuple
backflip with three twists ever.

Two hours later, a knock came at the door. "Wonder who that could be? I'll get
it." When Peter opened the door, he was grabbed by an arm, and before he knew
what had happened he was swung at the wall, his head hitting hard. Down he
went. The uninvited visited stepped over him and went into the next room,
looking for the other occupant.

"Hey Babe, it's been a while."

"Tammy, how'd you get so big?"

"Nolvedex. You should try it. You ready?"

"For what? Where's Peter?"

"He'll be alright. I had to incapacitate him so he wouldn't interfere. You
always knew I was better than you in gymnastics, but you got all the
attention. Then you all picked on me relentlessly because I was the smallest.
I only weigh five pounds less than you now."

"One-fifty-five at five-two? Impossible."

"No. One-sixty."

"We're the same."

The surprised Tammy quickly countered, "Oh no we're not. I'm thicker than you
and I'm so fuckin' strong I'm gonna rip your head off. And I own your Dad now.
You should see him. I think he must have done Q91Y or something. He's really
jacked for an old guy. Really knows how to lick pussy too."

This infuriated Amy and she attacked. She shouldn't have. Yes, she was mad at
Tammy for abusing her Dad, but there's no emotion stronger than humiliation,
and that's what was fueling Tammy, that and Nolvedex. Tammy beat the hell out
of Amy. When it was over, she gathered her stuff and left, but not before
getting Carol's address. Amy sat there and cried. She had finally found out
about her poor Dad and her friend who had been mis-treated all these years and
she felt awful. The beating was not big deal. She was in such peak
conditioning that she wasn't hurt or anything. No, that was no big deal, but
the ache in her heart for the emotional pain she caused others was very real.
After settling down, she called Carol to let her know what happened and that
Tammy might be on her way over to visit Carol. "She kicked the hell out of me,
Carol. I mean, we didn't wrestle, it was an all-out brawl."

A little while later, Tammy did indeed arrive at Carol's. She didn't have the
pent up anger at Carol, but she did want to prove that now she was the top
dog. Carol was astonished with the amount of muscle Tammy had packed on her
diminutive frame. So they wrestled. Tammy's gymnastic skills really came in
handy and indeed, all that steroid infused muscle proved to be too much for
Carol. Without a doubt, Tammy was the strongest now.

Tammy had just finished pinning Carol when there was a knock at the door. It
was Amy. She had caught up with Tammy at Carol's because she wanted to
apologize. No sooner were they all in the exercise room when there was another
knock. It was Tanya. When she heard their story, she turned to Tammy. "So
you're the champ now?"

"I am. And that means I'm the new top dog of the Alpha girls."

"Well, I could beat you in my sleep, little one."

"I'm jacked up on Nolvedex. You know what that is?"

You mentioned that before," said Amy. "What is it?"

It's an estrogen based steroid. So I don' get any of the masculinizing side
effects like other steroids. It made my tits bigger,"

Amy and Carol both interrupted, "We saw."

"and as you both saw, it made me strong as fuck."

"Well, are you going to give me a chance in this battle for supremacy?"

"You're on."

Tanya stripped down to her undies, those favorite ones of her as Carol looked
over at Amy and gave her a wink. She had actually gained a few pounds of
muscle in recent weeks, but shed what tiny bit of fat she had. And she looked
fucking incredible. Three physically perfect women looked at her in awe,
because she was even more perfect than them, if that makes any sense. A little
while later, as she pinned Tammy's arms and legs in the same "amazon position"
that she had done with Kevin, she started rubbing her pussy against Tammy's.
Carol an Amy had already started digitally engaging each other as they
watched. It seemed they all came simultaneously.

But then Tanya continued to hold Tammy in this position, and continued to rub.
"I guess I'm the top dog now."

"How?" Amy wanted to know. After all, what could be better than doing
gymnastics from four and lifting weights since they were ten? "We are all so
strong and yet you're beyond us."

"Well, I did some gymnastics too. But just for fun. And my old brother started
training me with the Crossfit type of lifting since I was like nine or
something. Carol told me about how you girls were stronger than grown men and
benching two-hundred pounds when you were thirteen. I was lifting more than
that over my head at that age. Plus, Hispanic women develop early. I already
fully adult body at twelve and I was turning heads and kicking asses of older
and bigger men on an almost daily basis."

"I can tell that Amy and Carol to a lesser extent had issues with wanting to
show everyone how superior they are, probably spent a lot of time in the past
humiliating people. Me too. And you, Tammy, that's your name, right?" She
nodded. "You've got some anger. I don't know why. Well, me too." She let go of
Tammy's arm and legs, but stayed with her crotch against Tammy's, her hands on
the mat on either side of her most recent conquest. Tammy kept her legs up and
out of the way, and started fondling Tanya's arms, which were the same size as
hers but were as ripped as possible and clearly stronger.

Looking down at Tammy, she spoke to everyone, "Amy has seen me spike the ball,
but not recently. I'm the best on the team now."

Carol interjected, "The best in the country, better than ninety-eight percent
of the men in the country too."

"I'm surely one of the best jumpers in the world, and I do hit hard."

"Extremely hard. A lot of the women's teams we play are way better than
Harvard's men's team, especially on defense. But Tanya has not been dug yet
this year, not once. Recently there haven't even been any touches. I get so
turned on watching her hover way above the blockers and then crank the ball so
hard, it all but disappears before bouncing off the floor." Tanya looked over
at Carol and threw her a kiss. That was when Amy realized that they were more
than just teammates.

"Part of my jumping ability is hereditary. My Aunt, on my father's side, was
Mireya Luis. Just search on You Tube for any Cuban women's team from the late
eighties and early nineties. She was considered the greatest hitter in the
world back then. She almost never got blocked, because she was also the
greatest jumper, close to five feet. She went over the block almost all the
time. The cool thing was that she was only five-eight, going over blockers
that were six or seven inches taller than her." She stopped for a second. "It
wasn't until Spud Webb, the basketball player, came along that anyone was
close to my Aunt in leaping ability. I think I'm better than either one of
them. I work so hard in the weight room, something they did in the eighties
and nineties, but not like today, and nobody now works harder than me. I jump
higher than my Aunt now and I hit with that closed fist. I'm sure I'm stronger
than that skinny basketball player. Sorry if that sounds arrogant."

Carol interrupted her. "It's true. Tanya has shown me some clips. I think
she's a better hitter and jumper than her aunt."

"My Aunt was a good communist who stayed in Castro's Cuba after her career was
over. Also since she had been a star, she had an easier life than most. Not
so, my Mom and Dad, so they fled to America. Things weren't a whole lot better
here. My Mom was a cleaning woman for a bunch of rich white people. Several of
them made her have sex with them for fear of losing her job. My Dad died a few
years ago, working too hard in rich people's gardens. Every one of my hits is
because of that pent up anger. If I didn't take it out on the ball, I'd be in
jail by now, like my brother."

She looked down at Tammy. "Now, lick my pussy." Tammy didn't have to be told
twice, unfolding her legs and scooching down as Tanya went up on her haunches
to allow Tammy access. After Tammy finished, Tanya got up and pushing Carol
aside, overpowered Amy and made her do some licking as well. Carol already
knew who was in charge and needed no further demonstration.

"Now that I'm the top dog in this group, although I prefer top pussycat," they
all laughed, "Here's my rules. I've already shown you that I would have no
trouble with any of you. So there's no point in challenging each other
anymore. From now on we use our strength and our talents on our sports and any
assholes that need to be shown the light."

Amy had something to say. "Tammy, stop abusing my Dad. I was wrong about him.
I want to make amends when I get home at Thanksgiving."

Tanya looked over at Tammy. Tammy responded, "Well he likes it now. I don't
think he'd say I'm abusing him."

The Harvard Women's volleyball team went on to win the national championships,
first time an Ivy League school had ever won, and the first time a team had
gone through an entire national championship tournament without losing a
single game, let alone any matches. Tanya was named most valuable player,
first time a freshman had won it. She was never dug, although a few really top
defenders were able to get a hand on some of her hits, they were simply too
hard to handle.

Since Amy pretty much carried the Harvard Gymnastics team, they didn't even
get to go to the nationals, and Alabama won overall, although Tammy scored the
highest on floor exercise and vaults.

Coming up, last chapter.