Amy Part 2   Heather Part 3 
by Musclehead



"Amy, what are you doing here?"

"Hi, Mr. Reynolds. I could ask you the same thing. Hey, it's been two years.
I'm almost as tall as you."

"I see. But like I said what are you doing here?"

"I came to work out. My gym is closed for renovations." As she talked, he
noticed that she indeed had grown three inches in the last year to her present
height of five seven, only an inch or so shorter than him. He hadn't really
gotten a look at her body yet since she had on a baggy sweatshirt, and even
though she was wearing very short cut-offs, he didn't want to look down and
make it seem like he was checking her out. But he did notice, even with the
loose fitting top that she had big tits and very broad shoulders for a girl.

"Well, you'll have to come back another time. This is my workout time."

"I don't think so."

"What? Don't you think you're being rather impertinent? This is my house,
young lady."

"As far as I know, it's Mrs. Reynold's house, and also, Heather is in charge,
from what I hear."

"LEAVE NOW."

"I DON'T THINK SO." As Amy went over to a chair he noticed her very powerful
legs for the first time, and as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head, he
first caught a glimpse of those round muscular glutes, sticking out the bottom
since her cut-offs were so short, and as the shirt went higher, some butt
muscle showed on top as well due to the shorts being rolled down some. Those
two dimples above her glutes were very pronounced and her back tapered from
them up to wide lats and round delts.

Amy turned around. She was wearing a very tight, way too small tank top that
she had borrowed from Heather. Firm tit flesh bulged out the sides and the
top. And being way too small for her, it rode up on her torso, revealing the
hard core that generates so much power. "I'd flex for you, Mr. Reynolds, but I
always say, if you have to flex in order for people to see your muscles, then
they're just not big enough. As you can see, even with my arms hanging at my
sides, totally relaxed, they pulse with explosive power. My upper arms are
about fifteen inches now. Yours look to be about twelve or so, the size of my
forearms. So, once again, as to me leaving, I don't think so, unless you're
going to throw me out, ha, ha."

Amy moved a little closer, and Mr. Reynolds backed up a hair. "You know, Mr.
Reynolds, I can tell that you're totally turned on be me, I always can. After
all, I seem to have that effect on almost every man I encounter, even gay
ones. I also know about your little, shall we say, incident with Heather out
by your pool last summer. You didn't fare to well, from what I heard."

"What did she say?"

"Oh, she didn't say anything. No, Mrs. Reynolds told me. And now that Mrs.
Reynolds has started working out, you figured you better since you don't like
being subservient to her. But I think she's got what it takes and you don't.
Now, about me. Pound for pound, I'm stronger than Heather. That means that if
we weighed the same, I'd be stronger. But I've got twenty more pounds of
muscle than she does. I'm sure you can figure out what that means."

Mr. Reynolds was feeling rather uncomfortable, no longer wanting to confront
this young woman who was clearly intimidating him. "Maybe, maybe we could work
out together, Amy?"

Ignoring him, she continued, "Mr. Reynolds, in addition to being
uncontrollably aroused by me, I think you're scared of me, and if you're not,
you should be." As she spoke, she moved towards him, closing the gap as she
started to pull on the bottom of her skin tight shirt, lifting it some and
rubbing her tits as she revealed more of that powerful torso. Mr. Reynolds
continued to back up as she slowly but menacingly moved towards him.

As he retreated from her, he stumbled back, landing seated on a bench against
the wall. He was about to find out just how hard and powerful that torso was.
Amy leaned into him, her abs against his face and then slid her feet a little
farther back and out, pressing on his head, mashing his nose back into his
face. She closed her eyes as she kneaded those wonderful puppies of hers,
barely noticing his struggles as he tried desperately to push her away, not
even feeling his wild swings hitting anything they could. As he passed into
unconsciousness, she shuddered from the stimulation to her breasts.

When Amy opened her eyes, she was looking up at the ceiling, from which hung a
chinning bar. Showing that amazing athletic ability, coordination and
flexibility, she jumped and grabbed the bar as she swung her legs out, arching
them forward. As the unconscious Mr. Reynold collapsed forward, her legs went
over his shoulders and under his armpits, her feet coming in over his chest.
His head was once again against her abs, but low down, his chin right on her
crotch. And then she began doing pullups, his limp body hanging below.

In addition to her great genetics, one of the factors in catapulting Amy's
body into a realm of strength far beyond most was her ability to focus, to get
in a zone, and she was in one now. She never counted her reps on any exercise,
always going to failure. When she normally did pullups, that often put her
beyond one hundred reps, and now with a dead weight hanging from her, it was
obviously more difficult, but, as usual, all worked up by her own awesomeness,
Amy was going beyond even her usual amazing number of reps. She was
approaching seventy reps with Mr. Reynolds, who was starting to stir, when her
reverie was broken by a loud voice. "What are you doing? Let him go."

She was at the top of a rep, her shoulders still getting above the bar, when,
startled, she dropped poor Mr. Reynolds. Pushing powerfully away from the bar
as she let go, she spun and landed a few feet from where the voice had come
from. "Who the fuck are you and how dare you disturb by concentration?"

"I'm Fred Taylor, Bill Reynold's personal trainer. What did you do to him?"

"He wanted to work out with me. Besides, who the fuck cares? Aren't you
impressed that I did an unbelievable number of pullups carrying his weight
along with mine?"

"Yeah, well I guess so. I guess that is pretty impressive."

"Fuckin' A. I'll bet you can't do it."

"You're a little arrogant."

"Well I guess I am, but I'd have to be a whole lot more so if my arrogance was
going to match my physical superiority. You wanna find out the hard way?"

A little while later, Bill Reynolds slowly regained consciousness. As he wiped
his eyes, the first thing he saw was Amy in a wrestler's bridge, a very high
one, only the top of her head and the tips of her toes touching the mat. She
still had that impossibly tight top on, but the cutoffs were gone. She had a
pink thong on, pulled to the side. Suspended above her was Fred, his back
severely arched the wrong way. He was completely naked, his clothes scattered
about the room, torn and shredded. She was holding on to his ankles, pulling
him farther and farther back, the bottoms of his feet facing in Bill's
direction.

Fred's head was buried in Amy's crotch. His neck was craned about as far as it
could go as her muscular legs held his head in place. She was rubbing her
pussy on the back of his scalp. His arms hung limply down from his position
above her. (Bill was unconscious when Amy had applied a double arm bar,
rendering Fred's all but useless.) Amy was writhing in her bridge, seemingly
ready to lose control, even as she had poor Fred completely under hers.
Seconds later as she moaned loudly, Fred's cock, which was also pointing
towards Bill, spewed forth, some of it splattering on Bill, even though he was
more than five feet away.

Amy then blasted off with those inconceivably powerful legs, throwing both
herself and Fred up into the air. He landed flat on his stomach as she flipped
backwards over him, landing on his butt, facing the same way. As if the poor
guy hadn't had enough abuse, Amy grabbed his chin with one hand, pulling hard
as she leaned way back, her head upside down as she stared at Bill.

"Hi, Mr. Reynolds. Welcome back to the land of the living."

"What happened to me?"

"Oh, I was just giving you a close up anatomy lesson of my abs, and I guess it
was just too much for you." Just beyond Amy's upside down head, Bill could see
her already stiff nipples getting even harder, pushing through the thin
material of her tanktop, usually a good sign of a female's arousal, but in
this case a portent of possibly some not so good things to come for either him
or Fred or both, because abusing inferior men was what got Amy off.

"And then I used your unconscious body as extra weight while I did over eighty
pullups. I'll bet you can't even do five, with no weight." She smiled,
intimidating and Cheshire catlike. "I want you to think about that, you doing
five pullups if you're lucky, and me doing more than eighty with your limp
bodyweight hanging from my legs. I'm gonna finish up with your personal
trainer here before I get to you. When I'm done with him, he'll need a
personal nurse, ha ha."

She let go of Fred's chin and his head dropped to the mat like a dead weight.
It was an almost surreal scene. Here was this guy who made a living training
people to be fitter and stronger. He was about five-ten and a hundred and
eighty-five pounds, and pretty muscular and he was barely conscious due to
whatever had been done to him at the hands of this awesome young woman who now
stood above him.

She strutted around him, rubbing her crotch and kneading her beautiful tits as
she looked at him with total disdain. It looked like she was contemplating
what to do to Fred next, or if he was already too fucked up for her to bother
with him. As she stood there, Bill, in spite of himself began comparing Amy
and Fred. Yes, by most people's standards, Fred was a buff stud, but it was
obvious now to Bill, that Amy was in a league all to herself. How did she
become so superior in a relatively short time, he wondered? It was like she
was from another species, she was physically so highly evolved.

His reverie was broken when Amy put a foot under Fred's ribs and rolled him
over onto his back. "Ha. He's totally fucked up and yet he still has a boner
that's so hard a cat couldn't scratch it. Do you think it's because I turn him
on so much?" She looked over at Bill. He gulped. "Look, Mr. Reynolds. He's
barely breathing and yet his dick is throbbing like crazy. Pretty big, too.
You know, your son was so overwhelmed by me the blood engorging his dick made
it grow two inches. That's how fucking hot I am. I wonder how big yours is.
Take off your shorts." Without hesitation, Bill did as told, although he knew
what was coming. "Ha, ha. Heather told me you used to act all macho before she
rearranged your outlook on life a few months ago. How can someone act that way
when they were so shortchanged in the meat department? Ha, ha, ha."

Amy straddled Fred, bent forward grabbing him under his arm pits and in one
smooth motion, stood up and effortlessly tossed him onto one shoulder. Amy
called over her shoulder, "I hope he likes rough sex. What about you, Mr.
Reynolds? I'm sure Mrs. Reynolds is more than capable of dishing it out." She
carried him over to an empty corner and stood him up, impaling herself onto
his ready to explode boner.

Her left leg entwined with his right and then she reached her right arm to the
left of his head and around behind. As she pulled his head down and to her
right, she lifted her left leg into an almost full split. Amy was fully
capable of this kind of flexibility but Fred clearly was not. But it was truly
astonishing that she was now fucking this guy with considerable energy while
balancing on one leg, each powerful thrust, slamming him into the corner and
even lifting him slightly off his feet.

The totally mesmerized Bill could not tell whether Fred was getting anything
but pain out of this, but clearly Amy had at least five intense orgasms before
uncoupling herself. As she turned and slowly sashayed back towards Bill, Fred
collapsed in the corner. "Mr. Reynolds, do you think it was as good for him as
it was for me? Not that I care." And then, as she got closer, "Mr. Reynolds,"
she scolded, "you started without me." He looked down towards his lap, and
indeed he had cum, ... ... ..a lot. He was so overwhelmed by what he had been
witnessing that he didn't even notice.

"Mr. Reynolds, you've been bad. You'll need to be punished." Now he was almost
peeing as she got closer. "Stand up." He got to his feet as quickly as his
trembling body would allow. "Take off the rest of your clothes." He complied.
And then Amy put her shorts back on as she once again laughed derisively. She
started making her way to the door. When she got to the threshold, she turned
around. "Mr. Reynolds, if I got carried away, I could conceivably cripple you
for the rest of your life. I'm not that mean." And she was gone.

After she left, Bill was relieved to say the least. But he was also sort of
disappointed, pondering what it might be like. Yes, Mrs. Reynolds was stronger
than him and she definitely took charge during energetic sex, but this young
woman was way beyond his powerful wife. He slowly got dressed as these
thoughts bounced around in his head. And then he heard a moan. Fred. He had
forgotten about him, so overwhelmed by Amy's mere presence. Bill got a towel
and handed it to Fred since Amy had torn his clothes apart. After he gathered
himself, in a weak voice, Fred asked, "Who was that girl? She's the most
exciting woman I've ever met. I can't wait to see her again."