Angela the Aussie, Pt. 2 by Musclehead It had been almost a year. Carol had kept her body hidden from Alan for that whole time. She still tormented his nights with very loud evenings of sex with Angela, and Angela did not cover up when she was around him, just to drive him nuts. The time had come. Alan wanted to play in an early season mixed tournament, and he asked Angela to be his partner. She informed him that she would be playing with Ted, and if he wanted to have any chance, he should ask his step-sister. "Carol's been working out with me for the last nine or ten months. I'm sure she's a lot better than last year, and she was pretty damn good last year." "Well, I'm sure she's not in your league." "No, quite frankly no one is, mate, but she has more of a chance of getting there than you'll ever have." When Carol stripped down to her bikini, it was obvious that she had gained a pretty good amount of muscle in the last year, in fact, she was noticeably more muscular than her step brother and after a few plays in every match, he was starting to get all the serves, because she was hitting not only more consistently than him, but quite a bit harder. She carried them through to the finals, where Angela and Ted beat them, Angela having a fun time going over Alan's block every time, always putting the ball away in a manner meant to cause the most humiliation. But people had come to expect that. What they hadn't been prepared for was Ted's inability to stop Carol even though he had improved as well. So, whereas Angela and Ted had pretty much dominated every other opponent on this warm spring day, the games were much closer in the finals due to Carol's elevated play. As usual, Alan was all bent out of shape, feeling like he had not only once again been totally humiliated by Angela, but now his own step-sister had caused him embarrassment by proving to be, without a doubt, the better of the two at this point. That night, his frustration boiled over and he burst into his room for a confrontation. Carol discovered the joys of forcing a guy to lick her pussy that night. Yes, it was better than if a guy did it voluntarily. With her new found confidence that she was a strong woman, the next evening when her mom was out, she sauntered into the kitchen wearing thong undies and a tight ribbed wife-beater with the logo 'Boy Beater' emblazoned across her very nice tits, and confronted her asshole step-dad. He soon found himself in a sitting position, back against the wall while she leaned her crotch hard into his face, banging his head hard as she achieved a stupendous orgasm. A few days later, "It was so cool, Angela. You were right. My orgasms were so powerful. My stepdad was easy. He's a middle age man who doesn't take care of himself. Alan was a little bit of a struggle. I want to be able to handle him, or any other guy for that matter, as easily as I did my step-dad. But anyway, I established who's in charge in my house. I want to start lifting even heavier, and I want you to teach me to fight, you know, I don't mean boxing. I just mean, like, no holds barred wrestling." "Ha. I've created a monster." She paused for a moment so she could think about how to go about helping Carol achieve her full potential. "Okay, we're going to do it the way my teacher did it." "Your teacher? Didn't you have all kinds of teachers, trainers and coaches?" "Yeah. I'm talking about a special one, here in the States." "Tell me more." "Her name is Tina. I think she's about twenty-two or so now. But this goes back to before she was even sixteen. She has an older sister, Amy, who is also pretty friggin' awesome. They have absolutely perfect genetics, with athletic parents who taught them how to eat right from the start. Neither has ever had any junk food, nor a soda even. They were gymnasts, their friend, Heather, whom I've never met, also. Evidently she started the ball rolling by starting to hit the weights. Then Amy did and she started doing crossfit as well. She was bigger than Heather, about five seven, and eventually about one-seventy-five. "Heather was much stronger than the average man, but Amy was way beyond her, because of the size, and the crossfit. Then, Amy got Tina started with the crossfit too. She was such a natural, and puberty was kickin' in on all cylinders with all those hormones coursing through her. Tina found out the first time she did crossfit, that she was as strong as any guy there that was the same size as her. She knew she was unique, and she realized that a there was no reason why a woman given the same exercise regimen, couldn't be as strong as a man of the same size. She noticed that she was making gains much faster than these guys, and they were no slouches. That was when she realized that she could go way beyond ninety percent of the population in strength. She also figured there was no reason why she couldn't be the best wrestler too, just because she was female. Tina was driven. No one worked harder than her, even Amy and soon she was blowing the doors off everyone with her lifting poundages, but also, all the other stuff, like walking on your hands, clapping handstand pushups, etc. No one could climb a rope even half as fast as Tina. All these skills, coupled with her gymnastics stuff, contributed to her fighting skills. According to Amy, right from the start, Tina was a phenomenal instinctual fighter. She told me about how Tina had this thing with six of the neighborhood boys where they'd try to hold her down and she'd try to get away. She always did. At the beach, eight bigger guys couldn't keep her down, and evidently several of them were pretty banged up at the end. She wasn't even fighting, she was just trying to escape. "Fast forward, no one could beat her except Amy. She would take on bigger guys than her, guys who worked out on a serious level, and she'd destroy them with a stunning combination of speed and power, and like I said, incorporating her gymnastics skills into her fighting. Amy told me about some of those early fights in great detail." "When did you meet her?" "About three years ago." "I thought you had just arrived from Australia last summer." "No, I lived in Alabama for a while. That's where I met them. So anyway, here was Amy at thirty pounds more than her little five foot two inch sister, Tina. And when they finally fought, Amy barely won, and according to her, it was only because of her size advantage She said that Tina wasn't too far behind her strength-wise, and had way better fighting skills, and Amy only prevailed because of the her size. But Tina had a burning desire to never, ever lose again and she told Amy she wanted a rematch in three months. Evidently, she took her loss out on the next guy she fought, a day or two later. In addition to all her other gifts, she's extremely aggressive. He was a lot bigger than her, but she totally dominated him, not just with her speed and skills either. He outweighed her by sixty-five pounds, but she just bulled him around with unbelievable brute strength. "That day, she met this guy, Michael, who was a crossfit trainer. He was about big sister Amy's height but about five pounds more. He was very muscular, but not a fighter and he was totally taken with Tina. She liked his body as well as the fact that he seemed to worship her, so they he became fuck buddies and then he started training her. He was a much better trainer than the previous guy. They decided that she would temporarily bulk up. A lot of bodybuilders do that to gain strength and size, and then they diet down for contests. Under Michael's watchful eye, Tina got up to one-seventy-five, the same weight as her sister, but with a higher fat level. They worked to increase her already frightening strength. And she worked on her other skills, gymnastic, speed, coordination, etc., carrying those extra thirty pounds that served as almost dead weight resistance. To add to it, he got her a twenty-five pound weight vest. "When she got to the point where even with the additional weight, she was just as fast, still amazingly supple and quite capable of any gymnastics skill. She knew she was ready. Losing most of the weight, she was now one fifty-five. The extra ten pounds she had gained was all muscle. And with all the extra weight gone, she was faster than she had ever been, and stronger. She was ready for her re-match with her older sister. Amy knew two minutes into the match that she was going to lose, big time. Her own gymnastics skills and speed, which had allowed her to escape some of Tina's amazing moves in the previous fight were not helpful this time. Tina had not only stepped up her game on those fronts, she was now stronger, not just pound for pound, she was stronger, period. Amy was stunned by Tina's power. She destroyed her big sister. Think about that for a second. Amy was an extremely strong woman, more than twice as strong as an average hundred and eighty pound man, and her little sister overpowered her. Can you imagine then, what Tina can do to an average guy, even a guy who hits the gym?" "Also, Amy's trainer had been giving them supplements of some sort, though not steroids or anything. It's really helped both of them achieve these incredible strength levels, and as unfair as it is to the rest of us hot chicks, made their boobs bigger, and so solid. When Tina beat her older sister, just to rub it in, you know, sibling rivalry, little sister syndrome, whatever, she informed Amy that she had stopped taking the supplements about the time of her previous fight. Amy had the advantage of the supplements, but Tina was still superior. "What about now? Did you ever fight Tina?" "Oh yes. Many times, while she was teaching me and then whenever she wanted some competition." "Did you ever beat her? Could you beat Amy?" "I could beat Amy, but I never stood much of a chance against Tina. I thought was almost as strong, but she was just overwhelming. So even Amy or myself weren't really a whole lot of competition." "Kate said you're an awesome fighter and that she saw you take out two guys like it was nothing." "I am and it was no big deal what I did to those guys. But she's on a whole 'nother level. Let me see if I can describe Tina further and do justice to her. Let's take a somewhat typical opponent. He's probably around a hundred and eighty pounds. He works out, maybe benches half again his bodyweight. How much stronger is she than him? It's incalculable. When Tina attacks, her explosive power is so forceful, there is almost no one out there who can put up any resistance whatsoever. She just blasts through any attempts to stop her from doing anything she wants at any time she wants. It's as if her strength is infinite and her opponent's is zero when she attacks. "Couple that with her speed, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop her, ever. She usually lets her opponent make a first move, say locking up arms and shoulders. And then in less than five seconds, they're on their back and she's got all four limbs tied in knots. It's especially cool when they think they have an advantage and ten seconds later, they're barely conscious and she's flirting with the audience or chatting with her sister. "To entertain the audience, she'll often let her opponent, or should we say victim, have multiple opportunities to try again, even turning her back, hoping that they'll attack and then reversing whoever it is with overwhelming speed and power. When she throws in some gymnastic skills, it's like she can fly and her opponents have feet of clay. There's nothing anyone can do when your opponent is much stronger than you in addition to being so much faster, and is fighting you, basically from above. "She never has any doubts as to the outcome. She's not only going to win every time, she simply toys with whoever it may be that she's fighting. I've seen strong skilled fighters, who had every reason to think they could beat her having no better defenses against her than anyone else. None of them ever had a chance. None. She's the best, freestyle wrestler ever." She stopped talking for a minute and shuddered. "And, ... ... ., I beat her." "Wow. I thought you said she couldn't be beat." "Well, Tina was so sure of herself, that she would try all sorts of things, inventing new moves right on the spot, knowing that she would always be successful. When she was practicing with me, she'd often go for some moves that were so incredible it was beyond the imagination. She was doing one of those maneuvers on me, and she had flipped up so high that she was coming down on me from over ten feet in the air. Like I said, it was like she could fly. Anyway, she was twisting and turning in all sorts of ways to position herself correctly for the devastation she was going to heap on me. She miscalculated and hit her head on my elbow. The force, all hers, from descending from so high, temporarily stunned her and I was able to get her in a hold that normally I would never have a chance to apply. And since I was as close to her in strength as anyone, I was able to keep her tied up. She was gracious in defeat, pushing me onto my back and licking my pussy with as much intensity as everything else she did. "That was it, just that one time. The next time, she killed me, never letting me have one second of mounting any kind of offense or defense. And in the process, she showed me that I was not even close to being as strong as her. She had let me win, to boost my confidence, only to take it back the next day. I think she could probably take me and Amy at the same time, and we're probably numbers two and three as far as wrestling abilities. Before I met her, she had had a growth spurt. Remember, she was still a teenager. She's now five-five and weighs one-sixty-five. Obviously, she's very muscular, but she doesn't look like a bodybuilder. No, she looks like what she is, a curvy hot, physically perfect female fighting machine. In addition, she's a total babe, so pretty that she can get away with one of those radical haircuts, shaved on one side. And if you can believe it, her sexual energy is even more powerful than mine." "Wow. I'd love to see her fight." "That's a longshot. She doesn't do it very often." "Why?" "Well, some of her challengers were great fighters and were always guys, except Amy and myself. At one time, they were lining up to fight her, like I said before, anxious to prove that they were the best. And since part of their reward if they won would be to have sex with her, and everyone, who saw her wanted that, that also was a huge motivator. She decided to have guys sign waivers, because a lot of them were arrogant, and if she got mad at some of these assholes, it could turn out really bad. Most of the time, when she fought, Tina was just having fun, toying with her opponents, teasing them, then in a heartbeat, making her dominance clear, her superiority undeniable. But when she got mad, it was not pretty. In the last year or so, even playing around, you know, not all mad or anything, she was starting to put people in the hospital and at some point, the challengers became fewer and fewer." "But there are still guys out there who are willing to challenge her because they sooooo want to fuck her. It never works out that way. And their sexual experiences that follow are surely not like anything any of these macho, take charge guys have ever experienced. Having sex with Tina is basically about being used in any way she wants, their ability to resist as futile as when they were fighting. But they all find it so exciting to be dominated in that way by her." "EwwwwMmmmmm. I've already had a couple of orgasms just listen to your description." "I told you to save it for your workout." "Mmmmmm, I've got plenty left." And she sure did, having her strongest workout ever. Angela began that day using some exercises designed to build explosive strength, and would continue using with Carol for a few months. There were some standard crossfit stuff, but she also had some bags, kind of like duffel bags filled with laundry, but twice as long, closer to the size of a human torso. They weren't filled with laundry. Whatever it was inside weighed about ninety-five pounds, and the weight would shift when it was moved. How were they used? Angela demonstrated. "You throw them around. You slam them down. Eventually, you start whipping them instead of merely slamming." She picked one of them up, her hands holding it at the top. Falling back and sideways, she threw it all the way over her shoulder, the bag crashing into the wall almost fifteen feet away. "I can't do that." "Yes you can, maybe not as far or as hard, but your goal should be to hit that wall just like I did." Indeed, Carol was able to throw it over her head, but she didn't let go, the result being that the bag slammed pretty hard on the floor behind her. "Wow, that was pretty good, Carol. You're stronger than you know you are." "Oh, that was cool," was all Carol could manage, flush with excitement. "And good athletic skills. Now, I want you to do it again, but when the bag is above you as you're falling back, I want you to try to whip it the rest of the way down." Carol followed Angela's instructions perfectly, and the bag made a loud smacking sound as it hit the mats. Carol giggled and squealed with delight as Angela told her, "You're a natural, Babe." "What's next?" totally unable to control her enthusiasm. "The second part is to throw the bag, held in front of you. Notice that a path is cleared through the room so you can go from one wall of the room to the opposite side. So, you're going to throw it in front of you and repeat it until you get to the wall, then you're going to do the over the shoulder throw, whipping it hard, and alternating which shoulder you're going over. Switch again when you get back to the original wall. Ten times, then you rest while I go." Carol did great on this exhausting exercise, but she seemed more energized than tired when she finished. The women alternated and until they had completed three rounds. In spite of high conditioning, Angela dropped her bag in a heap, breathing hard. Carol was positively bubbling over with energy and estrogen. She threw down her bag, embraced Angela in a huge hug as Angela's hand found its way to Carol's crotch. A few seconds later, well now she was finally breathing hard, actually panting. "One of the things that Tina taught me is that you're stronger than normal when you're turned on, and it seemed that she was perpetually turned on by her own hotness and physical gifts." "Well, I'm more turned on now than I was just five minutes ago." "Do some more. See how it is." Carol went over to the bags and bent just as Angela realized that Carol was going to pick up her bag, which was considerably heavier at a hundred and forty pounds, fifty more. Before she could do anything, Carol had it in her hands. "Hey, this one's heavier." She thought about it for a second, and then "but not that much heavier," as Angela looked on in disbelief. Carol went from one wall to the other, slamming the bag over her shoulder almost as hard as she did the ninety pounder. Angela was getting moist watching her prize pupil get better and stronger by the minute. But by the end of the run, her whipping was just as hard as with the ninety pounder. She jumped to her feet, lifting the bag up to her chest as if it really did only weigh a few pounds more. But she didn't turn around to throw it in front of her like the exercise was done. Letting out a low almost growl, Carol twisted and slammed the bag down, but arched so far that her upper body, chest, shoulders and arms, were now grinding the bag into the mat. As she continued to bull the bag into the floor, she slowly curled her lower body and legs over her head until she was on her knees. Jumping to her feet, she did it again, each time with more intensity. Angela stood at the end of the mat, knowing that Carol was going somewhere physically and mentally that she had never been before. She finished the last crushing slamming, bounced to her feet and stood face to face with Angela, who could see in her eyes the intensity and arousal. Carol threw the bag aside, wrapped her arms around Angela, lifted her, twisted and body slammed her to the mat. The absolutely out of control women tore Angela's clothes as she did likewise to Carol. Then she wrestled Angela into submission and forced her teacher to lick her for quite a while before turning around and the two engaged in mutual licking for an hour. After they finally came down from their high, "Did I beat you just now?" "I didn't fight back, but you did body slam me. I can tell you that I could really feel your strength. I didn't fight back because, like Tina did with me, I wanted to build your confidence, but unlike Tina, I won't strip it away tomorrow. I could see it in your eyes. You're a warrior. I'll bet you were envisioning doing that to Alan." "I was." "Well, just think about it, you could have done it to Kate. She weighs about as much as that heavier bag." "I would never do anything to hurt her." "I'm just saying, what you did today was like doing that to someone about Kate's size. You were awesome, especially for your first time. Looks like I'll be dragging the heavier bags out of the closet soon enough." "Do you have one that weighs one-seventy-five?" "Is that what Alan weighs?" "Yup." "Soon girl, soon. I'm gonna find my videos of Tina fighting. I'll show you some next time we work out. If you were that inspired with just my description of her, imagine if you could see her hot body and watch her in action. Also, this is how she trained me for fighting, with the bags. She and that Michael guy came up with it. I did four months with those things, and then she brought some guy in to wrestle with me. He was maybe five-ten and a hundred sixty pounds. He was not buff, obviously didn't work out, but wasn't a total wuss either. When I said he didn't look like a lot of competition, Tina quipped that it didn't matter. I was superior and I needed to show him in no uncertain terms what the new reality was. It was easy. I completely overwhelmed the guy, and due to the training with the bags, I was able to throw him around pretty well, not like Tina does, but pretty good nonetheless. The next week she had me fight a guy a defensive back on his high school football team and was bigger than me and obviously stronger and more muscular than the first guy. It didn't matter. The results were the same." Three days later: "Hey, I was thinking, you're the hottest woman I've ever seen. Doesn't every guy want to fuck you, just like Tina?" "Yeah, but Tina loves wrestling so much that she makes it a prerequisite that any guy who wants to fuck her has to fight her. If a guy has the hots for me, and they all do, if I'm in the mood for fucking and he's a nice guy, he won't have to fight. Like Ted. He's a lot of fun to fuck, but he wouldn't stand a chance with me in a match. And I might hurt him, which I wouldn't want to do. Tina doesn't worry about what happens to the guy. She revels in her superiority. By the way, you're getting closer every day to being irresistible to all members of the opposite sex. Anyway, I have some videos." The video started with a shot of some guy. Sam was pretty muscular, like a college wrestler, which is what he was. He was about five-nine and a hundred and seventy-five pounds. "Mmmm, Nice body," purred Carol. Even though he wrestled collegiately, he understood that what he was about to undertake didn't involve a whole lot of rules. He knew what he was getting into, but he was undefeated through his junior year with lots of pins. He was sure he could beat Tina, and he knew that he sure wanted to have sex with her. But in spite of his confidence, he looked a little pensive. As the video panned across towards Tina, "Oh my God. She's incredible." "Even more than me, don't ya think?" "Yeah," she blurted out, unable to control her reaction. "I mean, no. You're so hot yourself, Angela." "It's okay. She's hotter. I know it. I'm not worried. I know I'm incredibly hot. Men definitely get burned when the get to close to me. Ha ha. But they get incinerated by her hotness. I mean, God, think about this. I've got these great tits, but their add-ons. Hers are real. She's just beyond everyone, even her sister. Look at him. See the look in his eyes. He's drawn to her like a moth to the flame. He absolutely can't help himself. He thinks he's going to win, but at the same time, he knows he's not going to. His look is at once filled with desire for her, but it also belies a lack of confidence. Now look at her demeanor. She's has no doubts that she is going to do whatever she wants with him. I'll stop talking for a minute. They're ready to start." The two combatants faced off each looking for an opening. Sam struck first, showing some of the quickness that made him a formidable collegiate wrestler. Going low, he grabbed her right ankle and lifted it up to his waist. As he pressed his advantage and pulled on it, Tina appeared to lose her balance, falling to the left. Bent at the waist she put her hands on the floor. Her left leg suddenly thrust forward to the right of his, and then swung in an arc to the left, sweeping his legs out from under him. He managed to hang on to her right leg as he fell, bringing her with him. but Tina was lifting her left leg upwards to the same side. Sam landed on his back, with Tina's legs around his waist and her landing on top of him, facing his feet. Before he could react, she now grabbed his ankles, bounced to her feet and jumped backwards above his head, flipping him end for end onto his stomach. Before he had even landed, she was flying above him, twisting and turning and then coming down with a hard knee to his back. She got up and sashayed over towards the group of people, her hands on her hips, wiggling her rock hard ass as she went while Sam lay there, wondering what the fuck had happened. "Wow," gushed Carol as she looked over at Angela with glazed eyes. "Now you understand why she can't be beat. By the way, she let him grab that leg. She's far too quick to let that happen if she doesn't want to." They looked back to the computer screen. Sam was on his feet. Tina turned towards him with her thick arms at her sides, but her forearms slightly out, palms up and fingers beckoning him in a mocking sort of way as made evident by the disdainful look on her face. They came back at each other again, locking up shoulders and arms. Due to his height advantage, he soon was bending her torso to the right, farther and farther she started to fall backwards with him on top. But then those super strong legs blasted off, flipping her backwards and bringing him along, his hold broken and once again with Sam landing on his back and her on top of him, facing away just like the first time. He lifted his head ever so slightly only to see her legs splaying out to the side and a very muscular ass flying in his direction. Her hands went to the ground on either side of him, pushed off and suddenly she was standing with his face buried in her crotch. She jumped straight up, a good two feet, wrenching his neck and lifting him up with her, opening her legs at the peak. Sam fell back to the sand, and she landed gracefully, straddling his head. She could have pressed her advantage, but in typical fashion, she didn't. She knew that she could end this contest just like every other one, in a heartbeat, whenever she wanted, but she wanted to entertain the audience and have some fun toying with yet another hapless victim. This guy was not some big slow oaf or some average guy who only worked out enough to not be embarrassed taking his shirt off at the beach. Sam was a finely conditioned and highly skilled wrestler, with a ten pound weight advantage, but she was just too quick and, as she was about to prove, too strong. Carol was all but swooning at this point. Angela was turned on too, but she had seen it all before and while she was still mesmerized by what they were about to see, she wasn't totally overwhelmed like Carol was. In typical fashion, Tina had turned her back on Sam, chatting with Amy, nonchalantly sipping her water. Sam attacked her from behind, grabbing her around the waist and capturing one of her arms as he knocked her water bottle out of her hand. With explosive quickness, she bent forward and grabbed one of his ankles with her free hand, pulling it forward between her legs as she swung them in unison to one side with such tremendous torque that as she landed in a standing position, his hold was broken and his torso was swinging wildly around hers. She lifted her now free other arm, and caught him, holding him like she was carrying a football. She dove forward and to the side he was on, again slamming him down, but really twisting that captured leg as she went. Granting him a reprieve, she again let go, kipped to her feet and started walking towards Angela. Her camera/phone was suddenly pointing at the sky as Tina wrapped one arm around Angela's back while the other went to the tiny patch of material on the front of her suit bottoms as stuck her tongue down Angela's throat. A loud moan was heard on the recording as Angela dropped her phone. Back to business. Sam was on his feet now. Tina turned towards him, rubbing her own crotch, her lips in a pout as she brought herself off. He knew she was mocking him and he ran at her in a rage. What happened next was hard to comprehend. Tina continued to rub her pussy until Sam was about six feet from her. Then she took two quick steps and leaped at him as he lunged at her. But as she became airborne, her legs went to the side, so when she collided with him, her body was parallel to the ground at about his chest level. Holding on to each other, her legs continued to spin around him with such force that she brought him along for the ride. One and a half spins, during which time, she simply overpowered his upper body, positioning him so that as they descended to the ground, she landed next to him on her knees. Going up to one knee, she draped Sam on his back across her other thigh. She immediately started pushing down on his head with her hand on his chin. Both of his hands were desperately trying to pull hers off to no avail. As she continued to push, she reached between his legs and under hers with her other hand and grabbed his head from below, pulling it farther under that leg, bending his back farther than it was meant to go. She was about to make it worse. Now she reached under from the other direction with the hand that had been on his chin, grabbed one of his ankles and threaded it under. Both his arms were free and one of his legs, but it was doing him no good as she relentlessly continued to turn him into an inverted donut. Turning up the pain another notch, she simultaneously brought her lower leg up and over his waist as she rolled onto her back, suspending one of the best college wrestlers around over her like she was holding an inner tube, which was just about the shape that she had turned him into. She held that position for about thirty seconds, somehow managing to hook the toes of one foot under the back of her other knee, and then pouring on the pressure. When she felt him go limp, she let go and spread her legs as he collapsed onto her super strong body while she lay there on her back, it now being her turn to swoon at her own awesomeness. Angela stopped the video and turned to Carol. "She made that look easy, didn't she? I don't think there's anyone out there who can touch her. But wait. She's not done. She has a signature move and on this day she did a variation on it that I still can't believe." She turned the video back on. Sam was on his feet now and though he knew there was no way of stopping her, she told him that if he could go on a little more, she'd have sex with him even though he not only hadn't won, he hadn't even given her much competition. Pausing the video yet again, Angela spoke. "I don't want to distract you from this last part. I have a spontaneous, no hands orgasms just watching it, every time, that's how awesome it is. But I want to explain. She does this move where she runs at her opponent. Sometimes he's already so fucked up, that he has to be held until the last second. So, anyway, she runs at him and when she's a few feet away, goes into a handspring, flies at him upside down, wrapping her arms around his chest, flipping and slamming him down on his back with her on top. It's an unbelievable devastating maneuver. She's the only one who can do it. She's made it more difficult at times by doing a layout flip, and one time then the guy was not real big, she did a double layout, really, a one and a half. But what she does on this tape has to be seen to be believed." She turned the video back on. Yes, Sam knew that if he went on, his physical well-being was in jeopardy, but her sexual magnetism was so overwhelming. In spite of his conditioning and musculature, he had been through a lot, but he still agreed to continue. . So, Tina did her usual run-up, but as she flew at him upside down, she went to the side of him, wrapping just one arm around him. Her flip out of the handspring was very high. It would have been considered so even if she wasn't bringing another body along for the ride. She only did a single turn this time but with her arm tightly wrapped around his chest, and at the apex of her flip, as they almost floated for a second, she was repositioning his body somewhat in midair. And then, as they descended, she torqued her powerful torso with such explosiveness that it accelerated their downward flight and as she landed, she went back down on one knee, slamming him onto his back across that thigh. No one before had ever done such a totally overwhelming move before. Tina didn't even bother to hold Sam there. She knew he was finished. Shrugging him off onto the ground next to her, she settled down on his face and used his nose for her pleasure even as it was obvious that he was pretty badly hurt. Both women sat there watching the video, their bodies jerking and twitching in response to what they had seen. Once they had settled down, Angela continued. "He was the first one of her opponents to wind up in the hospital. She had just having fun fighting with someone who she thought would be a more worthy opponent, but there really aren't any. And she didn't have any remorse for having hurt him so bad. He was a great wrestler, but to her he was just another inferior being and since her reputation had preceded her, he should have known what he was getting into. But in reality, no one could know what was in store for them. No matter how great the fighter her opponent might be, Tina would invent some new and dominating move that would be considered impossible until she did it, rendering whoever it may be totally defenseless. Because how can you prepare for something that can't be done? "But she finally felt bad, maybe for the first time ever, when she found out that her last move had cracked four vertebrae in Sam's back. If it wasn't for his conditioning, he could have been crippled. After all, they had been descending from almost eight feet up when his back hit her thigh. From what I've heard, after he recovered, he looked her up. He wanted her to know that he thought she was the most physically superior person, maybe in the world and that he worshiped the ground she walked on. She decided to have sex with him and she wound up hurting him again, though not as bad. He didn't seem to mind, telling his friends that it was the most awesome experience of his life." 'When I saw that move, I felt like Tina was from another species, she's so fucking superior. Remember, I was nurtured by the finest team of coaches, trainers and nutritionists from a very young age. She had parents who made sure she ate right, and were always there for her. But her gymnastics coaches were nothing special, just small town coaches. When she was almost sixteen, everything came together in a perfect storm, her gymnastics, weight training then crossfit training combined with raging hormones and perfect genetics. And then on top of it all, she's got those perfect torpedo tits, natural too. It's almost not fair that one person should have all those gifts. I wonder what she'd be like if she had had all the training, etc. that I had." Their workout that afternoon was intense to say the least. Carol should have been exhausted, but she went home and attacked Alan in their back yard where she had plenty of room to throw him around, at one point flipping him over her shoulder like she had done with that practice bag only a few days prior. She had as easy a time of it as she had with her weak step father a while back. Carol made Alan lick her pussy for a couple of hours that night, in a variety of positions while continuing to demonstrate how her much strength had increased since the last time she forced herself on him.