Amy, Pt. 3 Heather Pt. 4 by Musclehead No one knew them at this new beach, but if they thought they could have a day of not being disturbed, they were wrong. Scott was attracting his share of attention with his quiet demeanor and very buff body, but there were plenty of guys around who were pretty jacked. Not so with the women. Even though there were plenty of very fit ones, and lots of silicone as well, Heather's beautiful muscular physique stood out and she was being scoped out by every guy and even some girls. Amy planned to meet them there. They hadn't seen each other in a while, Heather spending so much time with Scott, and Amy lying low while she worked to improve her already spectacular physique. She arrived a half hour later, and after greetings and hugs, Amy stripped down and Heather knew instantly that she would no longer be the center of attraction. Not only was Amy big, she was so curvy, her muscles enhanced her femininity. And what she was wearing emphasized all those curves and muscles, the leopard skin thong that she had borrowed from Heather and then made her own. The white silk running shorts she had on over the thong were so shear that you could see the leopard pattern right through them along with hidden details of that powerful torso, the exquisite tie-ins where her hard lower abs met her detailed legs, and since the shorts were rolled down some, the dimples in her lower back were very pronounced due to her awesome conditioning. "Good God, Amy even your tits have gotten bigger. No fair." Her top was a white, spaghetti string leotard cut off a couple inches below those awesome puppies and was so tight it was a wonder it didn't tear. And the straps cut into her thick traps. Emblazoned across the chest, it said "Extremely Aggressive", written with a red magic marker. Ever confident Amy, basked in the sudden attention, fully aware of how fucking awesome she was. "Girlfriend, are you doing steroids?" asked Heather. "I don't think so." "What do you mean, you don't think so? We both know I'm pretty muscular, but you're beyond me now. I can't imagine how strong you've become. So what do you mean, you don't know?" "Well, I'm not injecting anything, if that's what you mean. He said whatever it is he's been getting me, it works just as well as steroids, but I won't get any of the side effects like a deep voice or a huge clit. And he said it works on men but it will start to feminize them so they don't do it as far as I know. Plus I'm consuming huge amounts of protein. Anyway, I weigh over twenty pounds more than you now. Of course I'm going to be stronger. If my strength doesn't frighten the average person, well it should. Anyway, your strength is pretty scary too." "No. Not buyin' it. Yeah, I'm very, very strong. You are monstrously powerful. If you were my size I think you'd still be a lot stronger. And who's he?" "Who?" "The guy who's getting you this stuff." "Oh, that would be Fred, your Dad's personal trainer. He might be your Dad's trainer, but he's my bitch." "How'd you meet him?" "Well your Dad and I were working out together ... ." "WHAT?" "Ha ha. Your Mom said I could work out in your basement gym since my gym is being renovated. I think she secretly hoped I'd run into your Dad, and I did. He told me that I had to come back another time. Well, you know how I get when someone dares to tell me what to do. All I did was back him up to a wall, pushed on his head a little with my abs, and he went sleepypie. So I used his unconscious body as extra weight and did a whole lot of pullups." "With an extra hundred and sixty pounds?" "Yeah, I never count, but I think it was close to a hundred reps." "Eww, you're making me damp just thinking about how amazing that is." Taking a quick look around, Heather continued, "I don't think I'm the only one getting super turned on at the moment." "Babe, they're lookin' at you too. You're as hot as can be too." "Amy, I know I am, but you positively ooze power and animal sexuality." "I thought it was oozing sexuality and animal power. Ha ha." She stopped talking for a second, looking around, scoping out the talent. Then she saw Scott. "Hi, Scott. You're lookin' real good these days." "You too Amy." "You know, I bet I weigh more than you now." "One- seventy." A man of few words. "So you've got me by two pounds. Do you think that makes you stronger, Scottie?" "I have no illusions about that Amy." "And Scott, you know I'm horny all the fuckin' time." "Well go find someone else, Girlfriend. He's mine. Besides, I'm sure there are about fifty guys right in this general vicinity who all want you." Probably more like a hundred. "So, Amy, what's on the agenda today?" "I don't know," she said in an almost bored way. "Certainly some public humiliation is in the cards. Some macho guy will be challenging me soon enough, Not that I see anyone who has a chance. Don't you get challenged all the time?" "Yeah, but I just like to stick with my guy. I'm not into putting guys in their place, even if they deserve it." "Well, I am, even if they don't deserve it. Ha. Ha." Just then they were interrupted. "Hey, Babes," to both girls, "Babe," to Amy. She looked over at Heather with that smile of hers. Heather knew immediately that this jerk was going to pay for calling her a babe. That was a privilege to be earned and so far, no man had been granted the right. " ... .So, I can see that you're both hot muscle chicks, but it's hard to believe that you could even do eighty pullups even without an extra hundred and fifty pounds hanging from you." "Well, it's a good thing I don't care what you think." "Usually when people make a claim like that, they back it up." "Well, I didn't make a claim. I was talking to my girlfriend and you eavesdropped and then butted in. I wish I could prove it to you just to shut you up." "There are bars down beach a few hundred yards. Maybe we could have a contest. I'm really good at pullups too." Biff was a pretty muscular guy at five-ten and about a hundred and eighty pounds. But just like with Fred the trainer, Amy's limbs were thicker, her shoulders, traps and upper back were fuller. She didn't have a tiny waist, laden as it was with slabs of muscle. No, it just looked tiny in comparison with everything else. Amy had already been a big girl when she started training with weights, and very strong from gymnastics. The timing was perfect as she was passing from puberty into full blown womanhood and raging female hormones were kicking in on all cylinders. With those perfect genetics, she accomplished in less than a year way more than most people would do with a lifetime of devotion to the weights. Adding Crossfit into the mix helped her to achieve that explosive strength that was almost hard to comprehend. Even the gifted Heather acknowledged Amy's superiority. Amy turned and gave Heather another smile and a wink as they walked away, Amy brushing sand off her muscular ass. Biff was in for some humiliation, and probably his day was not going to turn out as he had envisioned. After they got about thirty yards down the beach, Amy looked back again and motioned for Heather and Scott to follow along. By the time they got to where the bars were there were quite a few people behind them. Not that they knew what was about to transpire, it's just that Amy always attracted attention. A couple of minutes later they arrived at the bars. Biff hadn't stopped checking out Amy's extraordinary body the whole way. She hadn't even glanced over at him. He looked over at her, his eyes running up and down her perfect body as she asked, "How about a contest?" while never looking in his direction. Biff thought himself to be quite a catch and it was unnerving him that she was acting like he was a total non-factor in her life, almost as if he didn't exist. "What did you have in mind, Babe?" "We see who can do the most pullups, moron. There's enough room for us to do them side by side." She looked around at the gathering crowd. "Any two people willing to count?" Heather was about to volunteer, but Amy waved her off, not wanting to appear that there was any prejudice, Heather being her friend and all. A cute young couple that was watching stepped forward. "What do I get when I win?" he wanted to know. "You get to fuck me. That should be some extreme motivation for you." "And if you win?" "I won't have to fuck you." Everyone laughed at yet another shot at his insignificance in her eyes. The bar was pretty high and Biff offered to help her up. Ignoring him, she leaped high grabbing the bar, and he did likewise. Biff was indeed very good at pullups, but it was immediately obvious that Amy's were so much more explosive. Still, this was a contest for the most, not the best. At forty, Biff was slowing, so Amy slowed as well, making him think that this little battle of the sexes was still competitive. Finally, his arms failed at fifty-nine. Without looking over at him, Amy laughed derisively. She was already at eighty when Biff failed, everyone watched in amazement as Amy banged out another rapid twenty reps to one hundred, and then did twenty more, but releasing at the top and clapping her hands. This is something that very few people can do, when starting at zero, and she was doing it after one-hundred. As the crowd expressed their appreciation, Biff, unbelieving, said, "That was amazing, Babe, but I still don't think you could have done any with a hundred and sixty pound man hanging from you." "How much do you weigh, little man?" "How can you call me little? I'm bigger than you. I weigh a hundred and eighty." "That's only twelve pounds more than me. You're several inches taller, but my muscles are so much fuller, and probably denser. Anyway, I'll prove it to you but only if you let me use your hundred and eighty." Biff was getting upset at her constant belittling of him, and he made another huge mistake. "You're on, bitch." Amy pretended not to notice. "Okay, I'll get up there and then you stand in front of me. I'll put my legs over your shoulders, bend my lower legs under your pits and then in, with the top of my feet against your chest. Your face will sort of be against my abs." "Is that the only way?" Amy turned to walk away. "Okay, okay. I guess having my face against your hot body isn't so bad." So, Amy jumped and grabbed the bar and Biff got into position. Soon after she started, making it clear that she could at least do some, even one being almost impossible, Biff reached around and grabbed her rock hard ass. Immediately, Amy's knees started to push in on his ribs as she crunched her lower abs some, pulling him up more and further up into her crotch. Instantly, Biff was in a world of hurt. He struggled but there was no getting out of her death grip as she continued to crank out the reps, stopping at one point and taking one of her hands from the bar. She held on with her bodyweight and his as she used her other hand to push his face harder into her abs. When his struggles stopped and he was fully unconscious, to make things even harder to believe, Amy re-grasped the bar with both hands, and brought her legs up straight out, cantilevering his bodyweight in front of her, and then dropping him face down to the sand below them. She let go of the bar, landing straddling his body, the ultimate muscle goddess warrior standing proudly over her totally defeated foe. As they walked back to where their towels and belongings were, everyone was aware of the extraordinariness of what they had seen. "That was pretty awesome, girlfriend. Is there anything that you CAN'T do?" "No. What I'd like to do next is just find guys doing their own thing sports-wise, and beat them at their own game, whatever it may be." As they got back to their stuff, there was Justin, weighed down like some beast of burden. Scott and Heather were rather surprised to see him. He had never really liked the beach. "Justin, what's up?" "Amy makes me carry all her stuff." They looked over at Amy, who laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "I can't help it. Since I'm so superior, it only makes sense for me to have my little boys to take care of things for me. I could carry all my stuff, and carry Justin at the same time, but this is more fun." She turned to him. "You're late. I hope I'm not burned since you were supposed to be here to put lotion on me. So, get busy." Scott and Heather thought he would put it on her back while she did the rest of her body, but they watched in amazement as she stood, her powerful legs spread about shoulder width, as he applied lotion to every exposed inch of her perfect body. Her round glutes were the last thing he did, and overwhelmed, he shuddered and ejaculated into his swim trunks as his hands went to those perfect orbs. He fell to his knees and she stepped back, put a leg on either side of his head and rendered him unconscious in about two seconds. "Oh, no. My servant is asleep on the job. And I needed one more thing done. I saw some guys a little while ago, carrying a football. Scott, be a good boy for me. Go find where they are and report back to me." "You can't tell my boyfriend what to do." Heather jumped at Amy. In about ten seconds, this amazing young woman, who was much stronger than any average man, was completely under the control of another extraordinary woman who was even way stronger than her. "Run along now, Scott, before I hurt your weak little girlfriend." As soon as Scott was gone, Amy released Heather. "I was just kidding, Heather. I would never hurt you." "But you could. Jesus, Amy, I AM a weak little girl compared to you." "You ought to start doing some Crossfit. Even if you're really strong, which you are ... " "Except compared to you," "Well, you still are. The workouts just really speed things up as far as gains go." Amy glanced down the beach and saw Scott jogging back from his surveillance. "Did you find them?" "Yeah, about ten of them. But they're big guys and they're playing tackle." "And that's a problem because ... ... ... ?" "Oh, yeah, how stupid of me. Have you ever played before?" "No. Let's go, Heather. Let's show these guys how to tackle. Scott, you stay behind and watch the stuff." So, the girls headed down to where Scott had said, running at a pretty good clip and attracting lots of attention along the way, creating multiple boners and more than a few damp female crotches as well. By the time they got to the game, Heather's leotard was soaked to the point of transparency. The guy who seemed to be their leader was kind of cool, "but I'm afraid of you ladies getting hurt in spite of all your muscles." Amy smiled as she glanced over at Heather, who was feeling that the guys might be right. As strong as Heather was, she was wondering if someone who weighs fifty pounds more hit her, she could get hurt. Amy had no such qualms. "Frank, I think I heard one of the other guys call you by that name," he nodded, "did you see "60 minutes" the other night?" "No. What kind of question is that? What does that have to do with football?" "Well, they had a segment on last night about Crossfit. Ever heard of it?" "Yeah. What about it?" "Crossfit was designed to make people, anyone, a physically functioning human being, whether they are ten years old or eighty. But about the people at the top, the elite ones, they said Crossfit is creating a race of super-humans. That would be me. My friend Heather and I have done gymnastics since we were little. And then we added weights. She's as strong as anyone here. Just smaller. I've added Crossfit to my workout regimen and I weigh almost twenty-five pounds more than her. I'm stronger than any of you guys, much stronger. Plus I'm a great athlete. Think about it for a second. It's not that implausible. Gymnastics made me strong, but also flexible, coordinated, quick, and every other physical skill you could think of, and I started when I was four. That means I've been working out intensely for fifteen years. Hitting the weights made both of us, and others, to get really strong. And then we added, well, I added crossfit. My strength levels went through the roof. Plus, I'm big for a woman, huge for a gymnast at five-seven and hundred and sixty-eight pounds, but I can still all that stuff. I'm not only way stronger than any of you, I could beat any of you at anything, ANYTHING. I guarantee it, compared to anyone on this beach, I AM super-human." One of the guys, Tom, came up and whispered in Frank's ear that he thought this was the chick that had done the pullups holding that guy. "Let her play," he whispered. "She needs to be put in her place." Amy overheard him call her a chick, but Heather heard the other part and changed her mind, deciding to play. Tom was about five-eleven and eighty-five pounds, reasonable fit, but nothing to write home about. He was certainly not very bright if he thought he'd be the one to teach Amy a lesson about male superiority, or even Heather. At least some of the guys took Amy's size and muscularity very seriously and on the kickoff two of them tried to block her. In spite of her muscles, it seemed that Heather seemed less of a threat, so no one bothered with her. So even though Amy ran through her two blockers like shit through a goose, it slowed her down just a little. As Tom received the kick and headed up field, Heather sped towards him and as they collided, Tom went from full speed forwards to being driven backwards into the ground by the diminutive but powerful Heather. Everything stopped for a moment. Tom couldn't get up. Frank was standing next to Amy when the play ended. "Wow, she's much stronger than I expected. You're incredible, both of you. I stand corrected. I don't need to worry about hurting you. Where'd your friend learn to tackle like that?" Amy looked at the handsome guy. "We've never played before. But I can tell you, he's lucky that it wasn't me that hit him." Then she called over to Heather. "Come on girlfriend, let's go. These guys could get hurt if we continued to play." She looked back at Frank. He was staring at her with his mouth open. "Like I said, we're both gymnasts. Heather started working out with weights a year ago when she figured out she was stronger than her step-brother just from gymnastics, even though he was hitting the weights. He's an inferior being. Oh yes, now he's my pet. Anyway, I digress. I was the strongest girl around, but after a couple of months of lifting, even though she was smaller than me, she had gotten stronger. She beat me in a little naked wrestling match and then made me lick her pussy." She stopped for a second, looking down at his crotch. "Does that image turn you on?" Tom was sitting up now, wondering what hit him. Frank seemed uninterested in his friend's wellbeing. He was mesmerized by Amy's story. She continued, "So, I started lifting. Heather started training with Scott, her step-brother's friend. They were also spending a lot of their free time fucking. He proved to be pre-disposed to getting jacked and strong also. I started to lift too, and it seems that no one around is as inclined towards getting really fucking strong than I am. And I'm more aggressive than Heather. "Bottom line, as powerful as my friend is, I'm way beyond her. I've got the size advantage, but even pound for pound, I'm quite a bit stronger than her. She hasn't started doing Crossfit yet, although I'm trying to convince her. You take all those power moves of Crossfit combined with the explosiveness that gymnastics requires and you've got one fucking powerful human being, me. And then just think about all those other skills, that's why we can do just about any sport with just a little training, sometimes just from watching." She looked him up and down. He was handsome, well built, and seemed to accept her superiority. Now, if he was well hung, she thought. "Frank, you obviously hit the weights. How much can you bench?" "About two-ten, give or take." "Well, little Heather does more." "What about you?" "You don't want to know. Actually, now that I do Crossfit, we don't do much in the way of benching, but when I did do it, it was way more than Heather." She stopped talking for a second to gauge his reaction. He was at once incredulous and also aroused. "Ever wonder what it would be like to have sex with a woman who bordered on being super-human?" "I was just thinking about that myself. You know, I can see Heather being a gymnast, but just barely. She seems a little big for a gymnast. I thought gymnasts were small. And you, you're really big for a gymnast." "Were you listening before when I said that very thing? Heather is the best gymnast. But because of my extraordinary strength, you should see how high I get doing tumbling runs and how much pure power I generate moving my big body across a mat in a tumbling run, and then imagine anyone on this football field bringing me down if I was running with the ball." She stopped talking for a second and chuckled to herself. "Huh, that's the first time in a while that I've admitted that anyone is better than me at anything, about Amy being the best. Well, gotta go. This was too easy. Maybe I'll come back for you later. You can only hope." Just then Heather came over and said that she was going to go back and hang with Scott. "That fine girlfriend. Do me a favor. Tell Justin I want some more sunscreen on. I'll wait here and he'd better hurry." A few minutes later, Justin came running down the beach as fast as he could. "Lather me up, boy." After he was done, "Good boy, you didn't even come in your shorts this time. Now go back and watch our stuff." Once again, Frank was amazed at the scene unfolding around him. "You seem like an odd couple." "Ha. He's Heather's step-brother. After he had been working out with weights for almost a year, I was still almost twice as strong at him just from gymnastics. He is a totally inferior being. He called Heather a bitch one time and she cleaned his clock. Same thing with his Dad, her step-dad, she gave him a new outlook on life for being disrespectful. But she's not into making their lives miserable anymore, so it's my job. Justin has never called me a bitch. He worships the ground I walk on." "I saw. Has he fucked you?" "Ha. Nobody fucks me. But lemme tell you, he's pretty well hung for a weenie. Started at seven inches or so." "What do you mean started." "I'm so profoundly hot that the day of his first encounter with me, he was so turned on by me that his dick grew two inches that afternoon. No shit." Just then, from over where the game was going on, "Hey, Frank, you playin' or talking to that steroid chick," some guy said as he threw the ball at Frank's head. In an instant, Amy put a hand on Frank's chest and pushed. As Frank landed on his back, Amy blasted out of the sand and spun a hundred and eighty degrees away from the direction that the ball was coming from. At the apex of her extraordinary jump, her leg came up high and kicked the ball back in the direction from which it came, half soccer kick and half ninja warrior. The ball hit the guy squarely in the face as Amy continued to spin, spreading her legs so she straddled the amazed Frank as she landed. "See? I'm the most awesome athlete alive. I can do anything. And FYI, I don't do steroids. Just a good foundation in gymnastics, plus very focused hard work and perfect genetics. Plus I eat clean. Well, I'm outa here to look for something more challenging than football. Are you coming?" He just nodded his head blankly, as if he was under some kind of spell. She put out a hand and yanked him to his feet and off they went. As they walked, she continued, "You know, I haven't shown you any of my true superiority yet." "Well, if what you say is true about your strength comparisons to your very strong girlfriend, I don't think I need convincing. And then there was that kick of the football that you just did. Where'd you learn that?" "Oh, that? I saw a girl, some kind of karate babe, do it on the internet." "Well, that must have taken a lot of practice." "For that girl, perhaps, I don't know. But that was the first time I ever did it, just from seeing her do it. I told you, it's hard to comprehend how athletically talented I am. Hey, look over there at that volleyball court. Looks like they need a fourth player." There were three players practicing hitting. "Do you play?" "Nope. Never have. Watch me get better than them. Watch me get better than them fast." "They look pretty good. And volleyball takes a lot of skill, especially two man beach ball." Amy glared at him, a look that almost frightened him. "Are you doubting me?" "NnnnNo." "I'll have them teach me the basics and then I'll smoke them. Sit and watch." Trotting over the court, "Can you guys teach me to play? I'm pretty athletic." "And pretty hot too, Babe." (Big mistake. No one calls Amy babe unless she lets them.) They were pretty impressed with how quickly she mastered passing and setting, but they were amazed that after less than ten minutes she was spiking the ball pretty well, with some zip too, due to her strength. Her practice hits were deep, but they were pretty hard. One of the guys suggested a friendly game. And of course they stuck her with the weaker of the three guys. That was fine with her. As the game progressed, she started being able to read their hard deep hits, and returned fire. They were amazed, but they weren't going to let some muscle chick who had never played before beat them at their own game. So the one guy, who was clearly the best player, started to take something off his hits, but hit them down more, making them harder to read. Soon enough, Amy was starting to get a handle on some of them. And then, she asked, "Wouldn't it be really hard to dig, that's what you call it, isn't it, to dig hits, if they were downward like your softer ones, but hard, like your deep ones?" "Yeah, but that's really hard, chicky. I'm a very good hitters, but only the best can do that. That's why they're the best." "Well, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal to me. Maybe it's 'cause you don't jump very high." She had pushed a button. "No one has ever said my 30" jump wasn't good before. Who do you think you are?" "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. I was just sayin'." "Well, don't say it anymore, thank you." "Okay. Boy, touchy." She turned to walk back to her spot, winking at Frank, and then asking her partner if he could put the set right on the net. "Sure, but it's not a great idea. He's five inches taller than you. He'll probably block you." Amy came over and gently touched her partner's cock. "Do you think I'm hot, Chad?" "Oh God yes." "Please put the next set right on the net. Okay?" "Yyyyesss." As it turned out she didn't get any serves to her for the next several because her deep harder hits were better than Chads, making it obvious that he should be the other team's target. Then finally, a serve to Amy. A nice pass allowed Chad to put up that juicy set. Amy blasted over four feet out of the sand and cranked the ball straight down and hard, before the other team could react. As they stood there with their mouths open in amazement, "Tee hee, see what I mean fellas, if you can hit it down and hard at the same time, it's hard to dig. Plus, I'm a pretty good jumper, obviously a lot better than you." She went back to her position, looking over at Frank, who also was speechless, then over at Chad, who clearly had a boner. In addition to the fact that this relatively short (by volleyball standards) woman had just hit the ball better than any of these three seasoned players ever had, what Frank now realized was that she knew. She knew that after less than half an hour, she was going to do something that takes years to master and she was going to do it better. The next time they got the serve, the clearly rattled other team served her again by accident. As the inspired Chad put up another perfect set, Bob, the big mouth from the other team went up to block. Amy hit the ball from well over two feet above his outstretched hand, rocketing almost five feet out of the deep sand and still, in spite of the attempted block, putting the ball on the two foot line, and just as hard. After the awesome hit, she stood face to face with Bob, from across the net, her chest heaving, not from exertion, but because she was so turned on by her awesomeness. "Nice try, boy. Ya know, since they call it a hit, maybe I should actually hit, instead of slap." On her next opportunity, Amy hit the ball with a closed fist, adding some extra power, if that was possible. Amy was so far above the ball that her fist came down from completely on top. That snapshot of this very hot muscular woman hovering so much higher than the taller but completely defenseless man underscored her absolute dominance. Bob's futile block was just a hair off the net, and she put it in front of him, between him and the net. The ball hit the sand less than a foot from away, as straight down as it's possible for a hit. It bounced up and hit him in the nuts. As he went down in agony, Amy started walking back towards Frank. "Game over," she called over her shoulder. Bob got to his feet in spite of his pain, and started to run at her. "Fucking bitch. Lyin' fucking bitch. You have played before." She turned around as he jumped at her. Instead of cleaning his clock, she deftly moved out of the way at the last second and he fell, face first into the sand. She didn't want to show Frank just yet how easily she could destroy a guy like Bob, even though he was bigger than her. No, that would be later. "Little man, I've never played before. I really haven't. It's just that all my physical skills are so complete that I can pick up any physical activity and master it very quickly. I jump higher and hit harder than you because I'm easily more than twice as strong as you, even though I've never played before, but one thing I have done a lot of is wrestling and fighting. If you think I humiliated you out there on the court, let me tell you that getting into a fight with me would be far worse, and you'd surely wind up in the hospital, even if I went easy on you. Let's go, Frank." As they walked along, he was beside himself. "You really are super-human." "And you know what, Frank? I don't know if any of the other Cross-fit babes can pick up sports as quickly as me, but there are a couple girls in my gym who are stronger than I am. Kinda frightening, isn't it?" A few minutes later, Amy's plan to show Frank her fighting skills in private came to a sudden end. "There she is. There's the bitch that humiliated me." Biff was coming towards her with two other guys, obviously intent on getting some sort of revenge. Amy turned towards Frank. "Observe, and don't interfere. Go sit over there." As he moved out of the way and the three men got closer with Biff out front, Amy took three quick steps did a standing flying body slam, crashing into Biff, her arms and legs pulled back and leading with her full, powerful body. He was instantly going from forwards to meet her into crashing onto his back, several feet from the point of impact. She began to bull him into the sand with one arm and shoulder even as she was throwing in some gymnast's flexibility, arching her back and wrapping her legs around one of his buddies who was swooping in to try to pull her off. At the same time, her free arm was reaching the other way and sweeping the other buddie's fee out from under him. In an instant, after he crashed onto his back, Amy whipped her legs in his direction, slamming the guy between them onto him. This caused her to roll in that direction. Poor Biff's body was underneath her but her thick arm, shoulder and upper back were twisting his upper half along with her. Amy poured on the pressure. squeezing the guy between her legs and twisting Biff's upper body. Guy number three was already out of the picture, under the pile. Letting go, she was up in an instant as the three stunned guys lay in the sand. Before they could get their bearings, she positioned Biff's two friends next to each other, face up, and then grabbed Biff and threw him at the feet of the other two. She stood by their knees, facing them, bent forward wrapping an arm around each guy's waist, then exploded up and back, into a wrestler's bridge, swinging both bodies in an arc over her, slamming them face down onto Biff. Arching her back as high as possible, she ground their faces onto his body for about ten seconds before letting go. A crowd had gathered, thinking that three guys were going to gang up on this woman, but now they were cheering and clapping. They all knew they had seen a young woman in action who was so beyond any of them that it could be argued that she was a newly evolved superior species, a super-human. She came back to Frank, flush with excitement. He had a stain on the crotch of his swimsuit. "You started without me." "I couldn't help it. You're incredible." "I know. I'm so turned on right now. Do you live nearby?" "Another hundred yards up the beach." He pointed to a big house. "Let's go." They started running, once again, showing her stuff, Amy left him in the dust. When he got to the house, she was waiting inside. She had kicked the door in, busting it right off the hinges. "Wrestle me, Frank." "I'd have no chance." "No, you wouldn't. I've shown you manifestations of my strength, but I haven't actually shown you my strength. So you're about to find out, and if you want to have sex with me, you have to wrestle me." She pulled her sweat-soaked top over her head, her beautiful tits popping into view. As the mesmerized Frank watched, she undid the side strings of the leopard skin thong underneath her running shorts and pulled it out from under. Setting it down for a second, she rolled the white terry-cloth shorts down as far as they would go, tucked the sides in and then turned around and pulled the back up in between her muscular glutes. She had basically turns a pair of running shorts into a thong, but with an even more erotic effect. Picking up the thong, she handed it to Frank who was in the process of coming in his shorts again. "I'm left handed. Tie my left arm behind my back with my thong. You still won't have a chance, but it will be a tiny bit more competitive." She laughed. "Not really." They stood facing each other, both shaking with anticipation. Frank was about to tangle with a creature who could have only existed in his fantasies until an hour ago and Amy, even though she had become used to being physically overwhelming, was still always turned on my her extraordinariness. As they locked up, one of her legs went around his waist and her free hand went to his chest. He was trying to throw her off balance but it simply wasn't happening. Instead, she was slowly bending him farther and farther back as a powerful leg cinched him in and her right arm was proving to be stronger than his entire upper body. So, soon enough it was Frank who lost his balance. Down they went and then shifting from simply demonstrating her overwhelming strength, Amy swung into action, showing speed, coordination and flexibility, coupled with that ungodly strength that he could do nothing to counter. Within seconds, he was totally under her control and in trouble. She was on her back and he was on top of her, also on his back. Her legs wrapped around his middle, his arms were straight up above his head and his face was behind the back of her armpit, his back arched painfully. Amy knew better than to squeeze his mid-section, knowing that she could rupture internal organs, so she brought her lower legs between his, the tops of her feet behind his knees. As she spread his legs wide, wider than a football player's usually go, she flipped them over so that now he was face down and she was on top of him. A few hip thrusts as she pulled back on his head and upper body demonstrated brute strength that could break bones. Then she released him. Time for some taunting. "Come on little man, you can do better than that. Tell you what. Get me in any position you want. Then if you can hold me there for ten seconds, your dick will be in my mouth before you can say uncle." Frank had her lie on her hard stomach and then he folded and crossed her legs, sitting on them. As he pulled her arms back into a double chicken wing, he couldn't help but notice that they were much fuller than his and more defined and hard. His hand went to her chin and when he said "Go" he pulled back as hard as her could. Amy began wriggling and rocking around and at eight seconds exploded backwards, breaking all holds at once. Frank wound up on his back with his lower legs bent under him. Amy was sitting on his face. This seemed like a good time for the easy victor to take her spoils, but she wasn't done yet. Placing her hands on his chest, she fell back and lifted his torso at the same time. Suspending his hundred and eighty pounds above her like it was nothing, his head still trapped in between her thighs. Ever the show-off, Amy then went up into a wrestler's bridge and then, loosening her grip on his head, she tossed him away like he was an article of clothing inside of a pretty big guy. Frank was a little shaken up, but not so much so that his boner had gone away. No, if anything, it was stiffer now than before they started. Amy had proven her point. He had no chance against her, even with one arm tied behind her back with that leopard thong. So now, she reached back and untied it. In another demonstration of talent, although not strength related, she somehow put the thong back on inside of her running shorts before taking them off. "Going for my jungle goddess look," she explained. Sauntering over to Frank, she reached down and ripped his shorts off. "Holy shit, Frank. You are not a worthy opponent, but of course, no one is. But that meat of yours is certainly up to my standards. God, that thing has to be ten inches. Let's see if my hotness can make it even bigger." She pounced on him and spent the next hour mangling his poor body, getting him into positions he didn't think were possible, using ever part of his body to rub against her pussy. She was out of control with lust, something that was easy enough for Amy since she was always on the edge anyway due to her self-awareness of her extraordinary physical powers. Eventually her multiple orgasms melded into one continuous one. But even as she was losing it herself, her total domination of Frank was keeping him in check. He was as turned on as he had ever been, so overwhelmed by this powerful sex machine, his dick was throbbing so much he could feel it throughout his whole body. But every time he was about to explode, somehow through her sexual firestorm, she had the awareness to reach down and stop him. Even when she couldn't see it, like when he was on his back with his face buried in her pussy. Her feet were down by his upper legs and her strong upper body was above him. To show off her power, she clamped his head with her thighs and his ribcage with her lower legs, and then went into a plank, lifting him off the floor. Going into a one armed plank, she pushed his face farther into her pussy and as his licking quickened, she twisted enough to reach back and stop his ejaculation cold. After the latest climax, she dropped him, then stood and turned around to look him over. "Frank, it's getting bigger, longer and thicker." Managing to lift his head, he looked down to see that amazingly, it was now over eleven inches. "Let's make it bigger still." She dropped down on his face yet again, looking towards his feet, but this time, she slide her feet out as she descended until she was in a full French split.. She knew, like she always knew, that superhuman strength in such a hot body drove him and every man crazy with lust, so another demonstration of that ungodly power was in order. After a few grinds, she put her hands under his head to hold him in place against her crotch and then she started to reverse the slide that had taken her into the split, going up and up until she was standing, holding his upper half off the ground. The strength it took to do that was inconceivable. Now standing, his head was fully wedged in there, so she could let go with her hands. She reached forward and started pumping his huge dick, stopping and squeezing every few seconds. He couldn't see anything except her muscled glutes so he had to take her word for it when she squealed that it was now more than twelve inches. Dropping him again, she went into a handstand, walked down to his crotch area, pushed off with those powerful arms, twisting and coming down right on top of that bad boy that was sticking straight up in the air. Leaning forward, her arms fully extended on either side of his shoulders above his head, triceps exploding in definition, she ordered him to lick her nipples, which meant he had to lift his head. Her pussy muscles were as highly developed as the rest of her and her thrusts were so powerful that she was lifting his lower torso right off the floor with every upward movement. Still clamping him tight, holding him back, she had such a tremendous orgasm that he felt like her clenched pussy would tear his dick right off. And then she relaxed and he exploded so hard that he was screaming at the top of his lunges while he injected so much of his stuff into her that large amounts were oozing out. Frank was unconscious after that doozey, but Amy wasn't done. She bent her arms so her tits came down to his face. Then she gently brushed them back and forth until he woke. "Welcome back to the land of the living. How does your dick feel?" "Like it has electricity running through it." "I can feel it pulsing inside of me. Are you ready for round two?" "Ready? What was round one?" "Enough talk. The next position is called the amazon position." She moved her legs, which had been on either side of his hips, and bent as she kneeled above him, to a position between his now somewhat spread ones. Grabbing his ankles she spread his legs out to the sides and then powered them up by his arms. Her grip was so strong the she used only two outside fingers to lock his arms in place at the wrists. And then more teeth rattling hip thrusts, her powerful pelvic muscles crashing down on him so hard she was starting to leave bruises. And then again, well timed squeezes of powerful vagina muscles caused a buildup that would lead to another massive ejaculatory explosion. As soon as that one was over, Amy released his left leg and brought hers from the opposite side, over, and her left leg crossing under his right. Torquing her powerful hips caused him to flip over onto his stomach with the two of them still coupled and Amy on her knees behind him, his now fully thirteen inch dick pointing down and back into her sopping pussy. She leaned forward with one arm, an arm stronger than his entire upper body, and pulled him up until his back was arched over her hip. He was now on her lap, she was still on her knees and she was holding him in place with one arm and one powerful pussy. He was being pulled back so forcefully that he assumed she was doing it with both arms, that is until he felt her other hand start to fondle his balls. He was totally under her control, as if he hadn't been all along. But to emphasize the total dominance she had over him, she stretched him back farther until she could secure his leg on that side with the hand, the arm that was holding his entire upper body. Then she let go of his balls for a moment, locked his arm on that side under hers, and then went back to her fondling. His other arm was part of the bent back body package and the near leg was secured with her much thicker one. Now he really couldn't move. And then the in and out began and even though it was his huge member in her sweet pussy, it almost looked like she was fucking him in the ass. After a simultaneous major climax by both, she pushed the once again completely unconscious but still rock hard and throbbing Frank forward so he was lying face down with his dick still inside of her. She used him for a few more nice solid orgasms, not that he would have minded since he came some more even though he was in La-La Land. When Frank awoke, Amy was gone. He was bruised and sore everywhere and when he looked down at his cock, it was considerably bigger than the last time he had seen it before she took him on a sexual roller coaster ride. He wanted to run back to the beach and find her, but his head was spinning and he was having trouble walking, collapsing onto the floor when he tried and falling back asleep. He woke up hours later and his boner still had not subsided. Finally he was able to drag himself to the shower and even running cold water over that bad boy did nothing to keep it from being hard and throbbing like it had been hit with a hammer. Having no energy for anything, he went to bed.