Angela the Aussie by Musclehead "Man, who is she? She's so hot." "I knew that would be your reaction. I assume you're talking about the babe coming down the beach with Kate. Do you like her muscles? She has more than any of our group, clearly more than Kate or even me." Carol knew that her step-brother liked muscles on girls. Every girl he ever hooked up with was athletic and at the very least, fit and toned. But this girl was different. Alan was staring, and clearly sporting wood. "You have to introduce me, Carol. She's so hot. God I want to fuck her so bad." "Well, I haven't actually met her yet myself, but I gotta tell you, she's making me hot too. Kate told me about her on the phone. It seems that she's Kate's cousin from Australia." She stopped talking for a minute and glanced away from the goddess coming down the beach to look at their friend. "How about you, Ted, do you think she's hot?" Ted could only nod his head. "Ha ha, are either of you going hide your boners? " "I don't know if I can. I always thought Kate was super-hot, but this chick makes her look like a boy. Anyway, who cares what Ted thinks? She's not going to be interested in a dweeb like him. If she's here to play volleyball with us, she's sure to be interested in me since I'm the best." A few seconds later, Kate, and her cousin, Angela had joined the group. After a few minutes of chit chat, Alan suddenly blurted out, "Those are some awesome tits, Angela. Are they real?" "Ha. You don't beat around the bush, do you? Anyway, nope, they're implants. From all the working out that I do and all the sports that I play, mine had gotten smaller. Let me put it this way. There's no denying that I'm very athletic looking. I'm mean, look around. All your friends here, all the girls look athletic but I look more so." She looked around and all the girls were nodding in agreement. Angela was friendly and outgoing, and she didn't come off as arrogant, more just matter of fact. She did look more athletic than the other girls, and hotter too. Turning back to Alan, "and even though I'm obviously built for sports, you're initial reaction to me was that I 'm hot and you want to fuck me more than anything in the world. Am I right, mate?" "Yeah." "Well, the tits complete the package. I am a great athlete, fast and strong, and when I'm whooping any competition at anything, I want them to constantly have it on their mind that they want to fuck the person who's beating them. I'm a very sexual person. I love sex as much as I like winning. I like to have sex pretty much every day." "What are you talking about, girls wanting to have sex with you after you beat them at something?" "No, well, yeah, but I love beating guys at sports. I really get off on that." Carol looked over at Kate, who gave her a subtle wink and smile. Kate never really liked Alan that much. Actually no one did, because of his arrogance. Maybe she had something up her sleeve. "Well, I don't believe it. Like what kind of sports?" "Well, like today, volleyball." "Ha, I'm the best player around. You think you're gonna beat me?" "Well, let me ask you this." She got real close, so those puppies brushed against his chest. He noticed that she was almost as tall as him, five-nine to his five-eleven. "You're a couple inches taller than me. How much do you weigh?" "One-seventy-five." "How about that. Same as me. That's because I'm not only fuller in the legs, but my arms are a little bigger, and clearly more muscular. My shoulders are broader." Indeed, Alan was not as slim as a lot of volleyball players, and he had a decent amount of muscle, but she was clearly more jacked. Angela's hamstrings and thighs curved out to full muscle bellies and then back in at both the knees and where they met her torso. She wasn't wearing a bikini, but one of those one piece suits that rides way up on the sides, almost to under the armpits and was a thong in the back. Her ass was round and muscular. Her power packed torso also jutted out from those thigh insertions, curving up and back in slightly just below those perky puppies, each row of abdominal providing full muscle detail showing right through the sleek material. And those pronounced, totally exposed devils horns and the insertions of the legs into the torso, screamed power. Her shoulders were indeed broad enough that when her strong arms hung down in repose, her hands swayed back and forth a good six inches from her tight waist. As Alan processed the fact the she was indeed more muscular than him, and possibly almost as strong, stupid man, she had a few more questions. "Kate said you're the best player here. What kind of vertical jump do you have?" "Three foot inside and about two-and a half in the sand." "Funny mate, I don't lose anything outdoors. But I suppose that's better than average, your jump that is. Now, when you spike your hardest, are you the best around? Are your hits considered very hard?" "One time at a tournament, someone told me that they had clocked a really good hit of mine at eighty miles an hour. That's pretty hard." "So you're hardest hit is about like that?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Can you hit pretty close to your hardest on every hit?" "When I'm hitting deep." "Can you hit that hard and put it inside the ten foot line?" "No, ones that hard always go deep." "Can you put it inside the ten foot line if you take something off of it?" "Sometimes. Anyway, I am the best one here and I'd rather play with you than against you, you know, so we can get to know each other better. I like what I'm feelin' so far." Angela stepped back from Alan. "Sorry mate. Kate told me that you'd probably come on to me right away. She also said that you always play with your step-sister 'cause she's the best girl out here and even though you're the best guy, you don't have the courage to play with a partner who might be weak. So, you play with your step-sis," she looked over at Carol, "I assume that's you, babe?" Carol was trying unsuccessfully to hide her own arousal watching this beautiful physical specimen, her mouth open in a pout as she barely managed to confirm. Angela turned back to Alan. "I've been set up to play with Ted, I assume that's him.," she looked over at the shy guy and waved. "Ted. He's the weakest played out here, some of the girl's, well, at least Carol, are better than him." "Exactly. I'm not afraid to play with a lesser partner. Oh, and, by the way, remember I said I don't lose anything off my jump in the sand? Well, that's a five foot jump, and some of my hits have been clocked at a hundred and forty miles per hour. I can put the ball on the two foot line. Actually, I can put it on the two foot line without taking anything off it. I just don't think this is going to go well for you today, mate." With that, she went over and took Ted's hand, leading him over to one side of a court where they started passing back and forth to warm up. Alan stood there silent for a moment, and then "That's bullshit. No one can do that, not even the best guys. If she's so fucking good, how come we haven't seen her on TV?" "She just plays for fun." "Well, it's bullshit. I'm going to have to put her in her place." He stomped off as Carol whispered to Kate, wondering if what Angela had said was true. Kate just smiled a big broad smile. "She's very straightforward. If she says she can hit like that, and of course, jump like that, well I'm pretty sure she can. In addition to being hot, she's fucking strong. I mean look at that body. Not only is she packing a lot of muscle, there's almost no fat to hold her back. And she's conditioned for maximum performance and power without getting too bulky, because even if extra muscle might make her stronger, it wouldn't be optimum for being as quick as she is and explosive." "So, you've seen her play?" "Not yet, but when we were at the pool the other day and two guys wouldn't leave her alone, she cleaned their clocks so quickly and easily it was amazing. They were bigger than her and reasonably buff, like Alan, but she looked like some sort of world class fighter against a couple of adolescent boys, so fast, so strong, so aggressive, ... .." Kate's description drifted off as she stared into the distance, clearly aroused recalling Angela's power and athleticism. Over at the court, Angela and Ted were getting ready to take some warmup hits. Ted went first. Her sets were perfect and Kate observed that he had some pretty decent hits. Maybe he just needed some inspiration. Ted was a nice guy, so different from the arrogant Alan. He was shy around the girls, to the point where he was completely unaware that they all liked him more than they did Alan. Kate had sort of arranged for him to play with Angela, knowing of her voracious sexual appetite and hoping he might be the lucky one today. Alan was sure that Ted would be no competition for him, both on the court or with Angela. When it was Angela's turn to take a warmup hit, she only took one. An excellent jump, using her arms as well as her legs on her jump, swinging them up in synchronization with her legs pushing off, easily a foot higher than Alan's best of two and a half. But the noticeable thing was how quickly she reached the apex of her jump. She snapped her wrist and the ball hit the sand at about eight feet from the net. Her movement was fluid, the arm-swing of her spike flowing out of the upward one that had pulled her up into the air. It seemed very casual, like she didn't swing real hard, but the way the ball popped a good twenty feet or so out of the sand, eliminated any notion that it wasn't a pretty hard hit. Alan knew instantly that there was simply she was the best woman hitter he had ever seen, but he was still sure that he would be better. Carol saw it differently. It hadn't gone un-noticed by her or anyone else that Angela had just jumped a foot higher than Alan's best, and that was his best, not his average jump. He could only managed his best when all conditions were perfect, a great set, good position, no block, etc. Usually he jumped about two feet. Also, anyone who's ever seen the ball sort of pop up out of the sand after a spike, straight up twenty feet into the air, well it indicates power, but also speed. Angela's warm up hit was probably every bit of eighty miles per hour, equal to Alan's best. Carol also sensed that Angela wasn't putting everything into it. She was right. Back to Alan. He turned to Carol. "Ha, like I said, that was bullshit. That ball didn't hit the sand two feet from the net, it was almost to the ten foot line. I can do that. And it wasn't no hundred and forty miles an hour. Plus she didn't jump five feet. Bullshit, like I said." Still, Alan wasn't about to serve her. In his mind, she was almost as good as he was, but she was way better than Ted. There was something about her, other than her hotness, probably her easy going Australian nature made Ted feel at ease and he start to play better than any of his friends had seen before. Angela was a good all-around player and she was putting up beautiful sets and he was putting at least some of them away. Indeed, Ted was having a better day than Alan. He was hitting better, and he was having success on defense, reading and digging Alan's spikes. Carol was also carrying her step-brother. She was a very good player and steady as a rock, whereas Alan was getting more upset as the game went on. And what was rattling him, was getting her more and more turned on. When Angela received a serve, it was point over, and over quickly. Consistently jumping in that three and a half foot range and putting the ball away anywhere on the court that she wanted. And she had that quick armswing that didn't seem all that powerful, but it had the ball hitting the sand before either Alan or Carol had even moved almost every time. Carol dug a couple, which attributed to good luck as much as anything, but Alan never got near. His attempts to block were a joke. She was a foot and a half above him every time, and even with his slight height and reach advantage, he simply couldn't do anything to stop her. Angela didn't even consider him a factor. She just flew into the air and did what she wanted. Angela could tell he was feeling frustrated when he lashed out. It was after the one time when she blocked, she roofed him badly. When a hitter gets roofed, his own spike often comes back and bounces off his head. Alan got hit right in the face when she blocked him. He exploded, "Fuck. Fuckin' bitch. Okay. You're really good. But you're not jumping five feet and you're not hitting that hard, certainly not a hundred fuckin' forty miles an hour." "I don't need to. It seems I can get by you every time without going full throttle." That only got him madder. She grabbed the ball out of his hands and turned to walk back and serve. In spite of his anger and frustration, Alan couldn't help but think that his new nemesis had the most perfect athletic body he had ever seen, man or woman. And that she was an extremely hot woman there was no doubt. In spite of her musculature, there was no one calling her a man. Alan wanted her, but at the moment, she was humiliating him badly. He turned back to Carol, who was starting to get annoyed with his childishness. "What a fucking asshole you are. It's obvious she's way better than you, but this is a pickup game. We're just here to have fun. You should look at it as a challenge. Going against someone soooo much better than you should make you step up your own game." But for the next half hour, Alan was shown time and time again that her hitting was so much better than his blocking. Even though he served Ted every time and Ted played out of his head, Carol would intentionally serve Angela. She was really getting off on how easily Angela embarrassed Alan every time her feet left the ground. She was also really turned on, having a small orgasm with each amazing hit. Alan was miserable, but Ted and the girls were having the time of their lives. Angela was everything Kate said. She just wanted to have a good time. Near the end of the first game, as Angela hovered, over two feet above him, his outstretched fingertips grazing her abs, she actually looked towards him and away from the ball, exclaiming, "Are you having fun yet, Alan?" before putting the ball away, not looking back towards it but staring him the whole time. But Alan wasn't having fun. He was totally outclassed and humiliated. On the last play of the game, everyone got to see one of those hits that she said she could do. Well, everyone saw it except Alan. It was actually a broken play. Carol had put up a juicy set, right on the net, fifty-fifty. It might have been a great hit for Alan as long as Angela didn't block again. But he fell, sliding forward with his feet and landed on his back, his legs sort of spread out. As the ball broke the plane of the net, Angela exploded out of the sand, every bit of five feet, and hit the ball straight down, less than a foot from the net, right in between Alan's legs. And it was hard, very hard. There was no instrument there to verify that it was going faster than one forty, but suffice it to say that if it hit his nuts, the pain would have been unbearable, and if it had hit his head he would surely have wound up with a concussion. "Angela turned towards the sidelines. "Next." As a dejected Alan slowly got up, Carol, who always enjoyed when things didn't go well for him, quipped to Angela, "You missed." "Ha ha. No, I didn't. Wait, I'll show you." Alan was off the court now and Angela went over to a trash can up by the snow fences used to keep the dunes from eroding, returning with a paper cup, setting it on the ground, just about were her last hit landed. It immediately blew over and started to roll away. "Hmm. That gives me any idea to make it even more impressive. Ted, give me one of those great sets of yours." She placed the cup somewhat up wind. She went back into position and passed the ball to Ted. As he set the ball and Angela once again leaped higher than imaginable, the cup started skidding across the sand. Still hovering, Angela suddenly cranked her arm and hit the ball so hard it all but disappeared before hitting the sand on about the one foot mark, bouncing at least thirty feet. The paper cup was more than just flattened, it was ripped open and the bottom had been blown out. Angela had hit a moving target without taking any power off her hit. She turned toward Carol and laughed. "I could have hit his nuts if I wanted to." After cycling through the few other teams that were in line to get on the court, Angela and Ted winning every game easily, Carol and Alan were back up. Actually Carol had played a few being picked up by other guys who had no female partner, but it was Alan's first opportunity since Ted and Angela had held the court for six games. Alan's humiliation was even worse in this game. Angela was almost taunting him. If his block was to her right, instead of going left for an easier hit, she would turn it farther to the right, putting it down with authority, right over him but still very close to the net, impossible hits. It was becoming obvious to everyone Angela was in a league of her own. But the worst was if his block was late or away from the net a little. She would rip the hits in that space between him and the net, really embarrassing for him. After another devastating loss, Alan sat licking his wounds. He hated that Angela had so easily dominated him in volleyball, but he wanted to fuck her so bad that he knew he had to get over his anger. And then he overheard Angela tell Carol that she was going to fuck Ted's brains out that night. Totally dejected, he quietly left the beach, probably to go home and beat off, envisioning her awesome athletic body. Hours later, almost dark, Carol came home to find Alan sulking about. She was mostly a real nice girl, but she did love to make her step-brother's life miserable, sibling rivalry and all. He had always been petulant and childish ever since they were brought together when they were both four years old, in fact she being only a few weeks older than him. And he had acted typically immature today when a beautiful athletic woman from Australia had shown him what a truly gifted athlete could do to an average one like himself. So she continued to rub it in. "You should have seen her, Alan. We played some football, boys against the girls. We killed them thanks to Angela. No one guy could bring her down, and if she got out into the open, well, she was way faster than any of us. You should have seen her throw, line drive bullets for twenty-five yards or more. She was just as good with a Frisbee. We're all meeting down at the beach tomorrow morning to play some more, but I guess you probably won't want to show your face again. Funny, she was way better than all the other guys, but they all thought it was cool that a woman could be that good." "That's 'cause none of them are really good like me. I just had a bad day. Tomorrow, we'll see. " "I don't think so. She's so talented, and strong as shit. I'm sure she's a lot stronger than you." "Bullshit." "Yeah, well, Kate said she's quite the fighter." "Ha. I'll believe that when I see it." "Well, you can live in denial. Look, I'm almost as strong as you. And she's way beyond me. Imagine, she does all these things just for fun, and she does them all way better than people who take their sports real seriously." "Whatever. And, you're not almost as strong as me." Carol was about to make Alan's already awful day quite a bit worse. She went over to the kitchen counter and put her arm in an arm-wrestling position. "Come on, or are you afraid to be beaten by another female, all in the same day?" Carol was full of adrenalin, just a contact high from having been around such an awesome specimen as Angela all day long. And she could tell that he was dragging. He put his arm down and it was about two inches longer than hers, so she got up and went to get a book to put under her elbow. "Alan, you've had a rough day, so you say go." About thirty seconds later, the five-foot-six, a hundred and forty-five pound girl was jumping up and down as Alan stared at the floor wondering whether this awful day could get any worse. It could. "Alan, did you notice that that was your strong one against my weak one? Ha ha ha." She bounced out of the room, positively glowing with energy. Now, she knew she wasn't stronger than him. If he had had as wonderful a day as her, he probably would have won. Carol did work out with weights so she could be a better volleyball player, and she had done field hockey and track in high school. But she had never experienced beating a male in a strength contest before this evening. And she was so enamored of Angela that she thought it was about time that she started to take her weight training more seriously. Meanwhile, less than a mile away: "I'm not real experienced with women, Angela and you're so awesome. Why would you be interested in someone like me?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "Well, Alan usually gets the girls. He's bigger and stronger, plus he's more confident and a better volleyball player." "Not today he wasn't." "You inspired me." He looked down at the floor, but she reached over and gently lifted his chin. "Well, let's see how many other ways I can inspire you." As he blushed, Angela went on. "Look, you're cute and you're shy. I like that. With a little bit of confidence and a good partner, you did great. You don't seem to have a problem with me being better than you ... .." "Way better." "Well, I think Alan did. And he acted like a spoiled child. I imagine he would never admit that I'm stronger than him." "Probably not, which is stupid. Obviously you're stronger, much stronger. You can't do all those things without being really, really strong. It was amazing to watch you just run right over guys when we were playing football. And when you jump so high, it's like you're in a whole different league not just from people like me, but from just about anyone. I would love to see him try to tackle you." "Well, I get the feeling he's picked on you in the past." He nodded his head in the affirmative. "Well that's one more thing not to like about him. I don't like bullies. There's nothing about him that attracts me. So it doesn't intimidate you that I'm stronger than you?" "No. I turns me on. But I am nervous. Like I said, I haven't had loads of experience. I wouldn't want to disappoint you." "You just let me worry about that. Have you ever showered with a woman?" She slowly stripped, not that she had much on, and then pulled his shorts down. "You're already erect, mate, and bangin' big." "I've been semi-erect since the moment I laid eyes on you. I don't know how I managed to play ball." The next three hours of Ted's life were beyond his imagination. Angela took the lead and used her formidable strength to enable them to do stuff he never would have dreamed possible. Lots of fucking and sucking in many different positions. Yes, she of course spent much time in the female superior position but she wasn't against lying on her back and taking him into her mouth as he hovered above her, his knees on either side of her head. But she couldn't resist a show of strength, putting her hands on his butt and lifting him as she crunch her own powerful torso, so that as she finished sitting up she was holding his entire bodyweight in front of her using just arm strength. Without a doubt, Ted induction into the world of muscle fucking as the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. "Where's Ted?" Alan wanted to know. "He's exhausted after a night of fun with me." She knew she was pushing his buttons but he pretended he wasn't affected. "So maybe you and I could team up today?" "Sorry mate, but Carol and I are going to partner today. And we want to play only against guys. Looks like you'll be across the net from me again. Or should I say somewhere down there on the other side of the net? Ha ha. I'll have to look down to see you." Just like when Ted paired with Angela, Carol played out of her head. It was really the first time that she had ever had some legitimately good hits on a man's net. And remember, she was only five-six. Afterwards, a once again pissed off Alan was showing his true colors. He was just incapable of accepting how much better Angela was than him, even though it was obvious to everyone else. During the games, Angela continued to not hit her hardest, knowing that even the lesser hits in her arsenal were un-diggable due to their trajectory and quickness. But every once in a while Carol would put up a set that was so juicy that Angela couldn't help herself. The subsequent hit would be so awesome that it was also obvious that she was also way stronger than Alan, explosive jumps and hits like a cannon. Alan declined to play football, a little voice in the back of his head telling him he had had enough humiliation. But as he watched Angela totally dominated their friendly game, he once again deluded himself into thinking that he could bring her down even if none of the other guys could. Later, as they were sitting around drinking beer, Carol started to needle Alan. "Angela, Alan thinks that even though you're so much better than him at pretty much everything, when I said you were stronger than him, well, he just can't except that." "That's all right. Here, Mate, pour some Foster Lager on your wounds." "Fuck you. You do think you're stronger than me." "Doesn't really matter Mate. I'm a better volleyball player, no doubt about that. Surely better at football too, even though I didn't get to see you play." "He was chicken." "Fuck you, I wasn't scared. Can we change the subject?" "No. I'm trying to get you to face reality. Angela's legs are more muscular than yours. She jumps twice as high. That's because they're stronger, a lot stronger. She hits the ball so much harder when she wants to because her arms and shoulders are way more powerful. Look at her core. (Angela was wearing a tiny bikini today.) You have a little bit of definition, but her abs and obliques and back are muscle perfection. Her chest isn't just big because of her nice hooters. She also has deep pecs. You hardly ever work out with weights and even though she didn't tell me that she does, I can tell that she probably hits the weights four or five days a week. Her moves are so explosive compared to yours. I think she's so much stronger than you and all of us that it's like she's from a different, superior species." "Carol said that Kate said you're a good fighter." "Awesome is what I said, just like everything she does." "Boxing or Wrestling?" "Yes." "Yes what?" The irritation in his voice was evident and getting more agitated. "Doesn't matter, Mate. Who cares? Christ. Have another beer." "Angela, I think he wants to fight you." "That's alright mate. Have another beer." "Well, I don't think girls can fight." "Good thing that I'm a woman, not a girl, and I can." "Care to give it a go?" "No. You don't want to fight me." "I think I do." "No, you really don't. Look, mate, just like I said, I proved that I can jump five feet, I can put it straight down at a hundred and forty miles an hour. You had no chance against me even when I was holding back. I was holding back when we played your style of football also. Usually I play Rugby. Anyway, I don't hold back when I fight. Wrestling is what I do 'cause, I could hurt people too easily if I boxed. Think about it. If I can hit a ball that hard, I could hit your jaw that hard. So, you really don't want to wrestle me either. I'd hurt you." "I don't believe you." "God, you're a thick bugger, aren't you?" "Yeah, he is," said Carol. "Well, I'm not going to fight you. And that's that, Mate." He really didn't want to fight her, he wanted to fuck her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that she could fuck him up without breaking a sweat, but she was so hot that she made his dick hurt. And later that night he was really going to wind up having a case of blue balls. Alan got out of the shower having just pounded his monkey thinking about that awesome Aussie with that amazing hot powerful body. He had ejaculated so hard he almost lost his balance. As he went down the hallway to his room, he heard hushed voices and then giggles and laughs coming from Carol's room. One of them had an Australian accent. Oh, no. Not only had Angela once again chosen someone else to have sex with, she was doing it less than ten feet away. And Alan couldn't imagine Angela being anything short of incredible when it came to sex, her body being as perfect for that as it was for sports. The night was torturous for Alan. He relieved himself so much that night that he rubbed that bad boy raw. And then he ran into her in the hallway the next morning. Angela was wearing terry cloth shorts, very white and very tight. They were rolled down on top, and so tight on her round hard ass that they rode up between those awesome cheeks. Her babydoll was distorted over her muscles and tits. It was clear to Angela that Alan was about to lose it, she'd seen that look before. To tease him even more, she reached forward and grabbed his boner, not real hard, but he let out a yelp of pain and Angela guessed immediately what he had been doing to himself through the night. Giggling as she slipped down the hall and down the stairs, Alan dropped to his knees, ejaculating wildly in spite of his pain. Before he could recover, Carol came bounding out of her room, running into full speed into him. It seemed like everyone was under Angela's spell. Ted was her chosen guy for the time being with his sensitivity and huge cock. He was in heaven, never believing he could be with a woman so hot, so strong, so everything. Carol hadn't started training with her yet, but already felt like a stronger, more energetic woman, not that she wasn't those things already, but she just felt on top of the world. And Alan, pathetic Alan, knocked on his ass by his step sister, who just gave him a knowing laugh as she stepped over him. "I can't wait 'til I'm stronger than him," she thought, but it didn't go un-noticed by her who was on the floor after their collision. She caught up to Angela, who was already waiting in her car, of course, a jeep, a stripped down army style jeep, and off they went to the gym for their first workout together, Carol rambling on about how she had just run her step-brother over. Angela shared how she had prepared him for the moment. "As soon as he saw me in this outfit, he started ejaculating wildly." "I wish I could be that hot, to make a man cum just from looking at me." "You will babe. You've got a good head start. I'm gonna help you get strong beyond your wildest dreams." I'm already stronger than some guys my size, you know, guys who don't do any activities, a lot of girls are. I know you're way beyond anyone I've ever seen, but like I said, it's not like us Americans are a bunch of wimps." "No, babe, just the guys." They both had a good laugh. "Are there other women like you in Australia?" "A few, but there are many women who are stronger and more athletic than the average American man, just from being so active." "Well, how did you get so unbelievable?" "I was chosen from a very early age. The sports people looked at everything, starting with the parents. Both my Mom and my Pop are very athletic with great genetics. They're in their sixties now and both are stronger and fitter than people in their twenties. I've never had any food in my mouth that wasn't pure and geared towards optimal performance, although now that I'm grown, I love my beer. They started me on every sport you could think of when I was three, with an emphasis on gymnastics since that requires the greatest all around skill set. The weight training started at eight, with very strict guidelines to make sure I didn't get hurt. "By the time I was ten, I was stronger than the average untrained full grown man of a hundred and eighty pounds, and I hadn't even hit puberty yet. I was five foot tall and eighty pounds. By thirteen, I was five-five, one fifty, and much stronger than even men from the gym, with very few exceptions. And the hormones were kickin' in. I'm surprised no one reined me in. My liberal Mom and Dad got a kick out of my high energy personality and the trainers believed in letting everyone in their charge cultivate their own personalities. I dressed to flaunt my hot young body, dressing immodestly. I loved going into the gym and smoke much bigger older guys, even as their boners were throbbing over my body." "What were they training you for? You know, what sport?" "Nothing and everything. They wanted us to eventually be a new breed of athletes, so far beyond the training of anyone else ever, that we would break Olympic records by huge amounts." "And what did you choose?" "I chose to leave the program after I had proven myself the best at everything. I'm way too much of a free spirit. I just want to do my own thing. And today, girlfriend, it's starting you on the road to being much stronger than your step-brother so that you can use him for whatever your purposes might be." Carol looked at her with surprise. "Yes, it's obvious. Have you ever sexually dominated a guy?" "No, not really. I mean, I've had sex with a couple guys where I felt like I was having my way sort of, in the throes of an intense orgasm." "Well, I'm talking about making a man do what you want because you're completely overpowering him. There's nothing like having a man lick your pussy because you're making him and there's nothing he can do to stop you." "Oh, you're so bad." "Well, think about doing that to your step-brother." "Mmmm. Or my step-father. Alan got his personality from him." Carol could feel herself getting moist just thinking about it." "Okay, enough, girlfriend. Now let's focus some of that sexual energy into an intense workout." And so they did, Carol feeling stronger than she had ever felt, simply because of the power of her mind and the presence of this extraordinary new friend. End of Part 1 .