Angela the Aussie, Pt. 3 
by Musclehead



It had been two years since Angela came to town. Everything changed after
that. No one in this little beach town in Georgia had ever seen a woman like
her. Yes, there were athletic women around, many of whom had reached a par
with the guys. But Angela was better, a lot better than any guys around. She
had been trained as an elite athlete from a very young age in her native
Australia, and in addition to mastering every sport she ever tried, she was
very strong.

No, wait, that would not be an adequate description. She was five-nine and a
hundred seventy-five pounds of curvy muscle, many times stronger than the
average man. Playing sand volleyball, she could jump five feet out of the soft
sand and hit the ball so hard that she simply could not be dug. It was that
way with everything she did. She simply dominated any sport she played. The
one thing she never showed her friends though, save her cousin Kate, was her
fighting skills. For some reason, she resisted any and all challenges. The
only exception was when two guys were harassing the girls and Kate saw her
clean these two guy's clocks in less than a minute.

Over the last two years, her influence had convinced almost all the girls in
Kate's circle of friends to start lifting weights seriously. Many of the guys
saw that the girls were catching up strength-wise, and also getting as good at
all the many sports that they all played. Even Alan had taken to working out
more seriously. He had been the best volleyball player and in the past had
kind of rested on his laurels. That is, until Angela showed up. She so totally
humiliated him on the volleyball court that he sort of disappeared from the
scene from for a while.

Angela's star pupil was Carol. After training her over the winter, Alan was no
longer the best local on the court. Carol had always been good, and certainly
more reliable than her hot headed step-brother, but now she was, simply put,
better. She couldn't hit like Angela, and probably never would, but after all,
she hadn't had a lifetime of elite training either. Still, every once in a
while, with a perfect set, Carol would have some dazzling hits, and while she
didn't jump five feet like Angela, her powerful legs would consistently
propelled her close to four feet out of the sand, which was still pretty
awesome and enough to make her a pretty great hitter, at least at their beach.

After Carol had proven to be better than him, the added humiliation of having
another woman, his step-sister no less, was too much for him. That night, he
burst into her bedroom and attacked her, and after she overpowered him, she
forced him to eat her pussy. It had not been easy, but she had prevailed. She
wanted more. She wanted it to be able to make it easy, so she and Angela
stepped up her workouts, and Angela told her and then showed her some videos
of the best free style wrestler, probably in the world.

After seeing a physical phenomenon named Tina, beat a very fine wrestler so
completely that she put him in the hospital, Carol became obsessed with
becoming as strong as possible. She would never catch Angela, and she was okay
with that. But she had become a beast. In spite of everyone stepping up their
games, and several new players, male and female joining in the activities,
Carol would continue to be the alpha dog, even putting some distance between
herself and the next best player, which was still Alan.

Angela had gone back to Alabama, having stayed in Georgia for about a year and
a half. Carol had grown bored with Alan. She could have her way with him any
time she wanted so she'd use him if she was horny and needed a quick fix. But
as time went on, he was contrite, having had it rubbed in his face repeatedly,
as well as both figuratively and literally that he was not top dog and that
his previous arrogance was now completely misplaced.

Carol had always looked good and been popular, but now she had twenty more
pounds of female muscle on her five foot six inch frame and she was definitely
hot . Every guy around wanted her, so she had her pick. She was still just a
sweet, small town girl at heart, but she always loved wrestling to decide who
would be in charge when the fucking started. And since she was now one very
strong babe, the sex was always her way, and she loved getting her pussy
licked.

And to assert her dominance, (sweet small town dominance), she loved fucking
guys in the Amazon position, pinning both arms and legs next to ears while a
hundred and sixty-five pounds of female muscle slammed down from above. And as
Angela had taught her, always look the guy right in the eyes the whole time so
there would be no question as to who was the superior one. There was only one
guy who was strong enough that she couldn't totally control in this position,
big Mike. He was six foot and about thirty pounds more than her. He was pretty
strong, so Carol had to choose between pinning his arms or legs while she
fucked him, but not both. That was about it. She still controlled things.

He was her best competition when they wrestle-fucked, but she still always
won. She was faster and more skilled and in spite of his size advantage, she
was stronger. Just not like the others, whom she simply overwhelmed. Angela
would be proud of her star pupil. Soon enough, not really teacher and pupil,
just two muscle goddesses would be reunited. Angela was coming for a short
stay with Cousin Kate, and had a surprise in store. (By the way, Kate and just
about every girl in their group had gotten pretty buff over the last couple
years, and were catching up to a lot of the guys, but no one else had gone way
beyond them like Carol had.)

Carol couldn't wait to see Angela, and when she threw open the front door to
greet her, there stood Tina. She was dressed to hide her muscles, but flaunt
her perfect female curves. Angela had lingered behind for just a minute in
order to make the surprise that much better. As the girls came into the house,
Alan appeared. "Hi, Alan."

Suddenly overcome with a feeling of inadequacy, Alan mumbled a hello and left,
not even bothering to be introduced to Tina, although he couldn't help but
notice her bitchin' body. After he left, Angela and Carol giggled at his
expense and then Angela told Carol, "I have something up my sleeve that's
going to require Alan's cooperation, so I might just give him a surprise visit
while you and Tina get acquainted."

"You're not going to get Tina fight him, are you. He would be absolutely
nothing to her."

Tina smiled. "I was able to get a feel for him instantly. I could take four of
him at the same time."

"No, Carol, Tina's not gonna fight him. I assume he's no challenge for you
either. Am I correct?"

"Yeah. I don't even bother anymore. But if I'm horny and my guy, Mike, isn't
around, I use Alan's face."

When the laughter subsided, "Well, I'm going to do that tonight, but I'll fuck
him too. Have fun with Tina."

That night Alan learned how much power a pelvis can generate. Angela spent
lots of time slamming his head against the backboard as she straddled his
seated body, pushing her crotch into his face with tremendous power before
fucking the daylights out of him in said Amazon position. Let's not forget the
she's the one who taught it to Carol.

And speaking of Carol, they went to her bedroom and slowly stripped each
other, Carol gasping out loud at Tina's muscular perfection. Tina was used to
being the best wrestler and the hottest, but she still appreciated Carol's
near perfection and was just as turned on. They made girl love for quite a
while and while Tina could easily have dominated the situation, she didn't.

The next day they met at the gym where Angela had trained Carol a couple of
years before. Carol watched in stunned silence as the now hundred and seventy
pound Tina benched four hundred and twenty-five pounds for reps. Even more
astounding was when she did three hundred, but did them really fast, releasing
and then catching the bar which rose about a foot above her hands at the top.
"You have to work on explosive power if you're going to take your wrestling
skills to the next level." Tina coached as Angela and Carol practiced, and
Angela noticed that while she still was the better of the two, Carol had
significantly closed the strength gap.

After they had practiced for a while, all three girls got down to their thongs
and boy-beaters, anticipating the very sexual aspect of what was to come next.
Tina did some not very serious wrestling with Angela and Carol, meaning
nothing that could cause injury. While it was well all in fun, it was truly
astonishing how easily Tina overwhelmed both of them. It wasn't like she was
much stronger than both of them combined. No, it was just that when Tina
decided to make a move, strength comparisons were irrelevant. She was going to
do it, and even these two strong women weren't going to stop her.

Even though Tina was taking it easy with no high flying moves or anything, she
was nevertheless, a cyclone of activity, throwing bodies down, bending them
the wrong way, etc. And she was laughing and giggling the whole time. Towards
the end, somehow, Tina had maneuvered these very strong women, both of whom
were excellent wrestlers, into rather vulnerable positions. That was just
another of Tina's skills, getting opponents into compromised situations so
quickly.

Angela and Carol were on their feet but both looking a little wobbly, standing
next to each other, facing the same way. Tina was behind them with an arm
around each waist. She threw herself backwards, carrying Carol and Angela with
her until their shoulders slammed down onto the mats behind her as she went
into a wrestler's bridge. Her bare feet were the only thing touching, her head
several inches off the floor as she bulled her hold.

Her powerful trunk was coiled like a spring as she pulled in on the girl's
waists with tremendous force. Mockingly, in a sing-song voice with that
southern accent, Tina counted, "One, ... ... two ... ... " And then the spring
uncoiled, her thick legs blasting off, throwing her superstructure over the
top while still holding on to their mid-sections. Completing the backwards
flip, for lack of a better term, Carol and Angela found themselves prone on
their stomachs and she was kneeling between them. She got up and left them
there, knowing that the two moves momentarily stunned them. Tina picked up her
bottle and took a sip of water. Turning to check on their well-being, she was
satisfied that they could continue this little match.

She smiled to herself as she set the bottle down. It had been playful
wrestling, and still would be, but Tina was having a hard time resisting the
need to flaunt her superiority and her vibrant sexuality as well. It was time
for the sweat-soaked cutoff shirt to come off, awesome breasts popping into
view, sticking so straight out as to appear to be pointing upward slightly.
Angela and Carol were on their knees now, but hadn't really gotten beyond
that, so they were still parallel to each other. Tina had already gauged the
distance before, when she was checking on their well-being. So she took one
step, moving backwards towards them, to adjust, and then she went into a very
high back flip.

Angela had seen it and been through it before, but now Carol was about to find
out what Tina was capable of when she was, as Angela described it, "flying".
Tina was at least eight or nine feet up, looking back over her shoulders as
she descended on them. She came down into a handstand on both girls, one hand
on each right between their shoulder blades.

Her thick arms went all the way down, as if she was doing a handstand pushup.
And then the arms straightened, fast and explosive. The girls had been pushed
partly down by the force of her landing and push off. But now Tina was in
another backflip and she had the girl's shirts in her hands, pulling the other
two musclechicks along until the shirts tore and she ripped them right off
their backs. Angela and Carol crashed back to the mat in the same face down
position, as Tina gracefully completed her handspring blast-off back flip.

Throwing the torn shirts aside, she jumped back onto the girls, slid her arms
between them up by their heads, and then back outwards under and around their
chests and shoulders. Somehow, she had also snaked her legs around each girl's
outer legs at the same time. Yanking the girls back and out, Tina started
twisting their upper bodies, torsos that normally would be considered very
powerful, but not to her.

At the same time, she was pulling inward with her legs, forcing theirs in
also, causing their hips to swivel inwards as she was torqueing their upper
bodies outwards and back. In the past, Tina had twisted many bodies as easily
as if she was wringing out a dishrag. But right now she was simultaneously
doing it to two women who themselves were capable of turning other opponents
in pretzels. Two extremely strong women and they being were being totally
dominated by a woman who was far beyond even these two, and she wanted to show
them that in no uncertain terms.

A little more twisting and then she moved on to the next hold. Mere seconds
later, Angela and Carol were tied up into one big tangled package, the girl's
limbs twisted around each other, as Tina sat on top of them, her legs locking
the holds in place as she moaned loudly while bringing herself off rubbing and
caressing her big firm tits. And then, just to rub it in how total her control
was, hands moved fabric aside and two fingers were inserted into two dripping
wet pussies.

Tina was in her own league, in every way imaginable, physical beauty, power
beyond measure, and fighting skills that had to be seen to be believed, and
being overwhelmed by such an awesome human being had Angela and Carol as
turned on as they could be. Their minds were reeling from being so totally
dominated by the hottest, most awesome babe in the world, and since they could
barely move, the intensity of their orgasms had them gasping for breath.

As the Aussie and the small town girl's bodies slumped following their
simultaneous orgasms, Tina quickly flew back into action again and very soon,
both of her opponents were again tangled into new positions, Angela's head
between Tina's thighs, and Carol's face at Tina's boobs. Angel started
slurping as if her life depended on it. Tina was so turned on by her own
awesomeness at the point that her nipples looked like they were ready to
explode. Carol knew what to do. Inevitably, both Angela and Carol were
rendered unconscious in Tina's arms and legs as her body responded to their
stimulation.

Later, they were back at Carol's house hanging out in her room, and she wanted
to know how it was possible that Tina could do the things she did. Tina was
lying on her back listening as Angela started to explain, "Well, it's not like
she's that much stronger than us, or at least me."

Tina bolted to an upright position. "What?" She feigned like she was going to
give Angela another taste of her power when Angela put a hand up.

"Wait, Babe. Let me finish what I was going to say." Tina sat back on her
haunches, smiling, waiting for Angela's explanation. "Carol, remember when we
were working on your volleyball hits?" She nodded her head. "Okay, we talked
about putting it all together. That's when you're timing is perfect, you're
jump is as high as it can be. You're hitting as hard as you can, to exactly
the spot you choose, with the greatest possible downward trajectory. You, or
I, do each one of these things, individually, better than anyone. Then when we
put it all together, there's not much an opponent can do to stop us. And when
you can do it every time, like I can, or Amy can, you are truly among the
best. And you're getting there."

She looked over at Tina as she continued to talk to Carol. "I'm very good at
putting it all together at pretty much everything I do, thanks to my training.
But when it comes to wrestling, or anything else for that matter, Tina puts it
all together at another level, way better than anyone else."

Even though Carol understood the analogy and how it would apply to anything,
including Tina's wrestling, she couldn't help but be curious. "Don't tell me
that she's better than everybody else at volleyball too?"

"I don't play volleyball." She smiled, a kind of Cheshire Cat smile. "Do you
want to finish that statement for me, Angela?"

"A couple years ago, Amy and I were playing in a little tournament. She's as
good as I am, so we simply demolished everyone. No one scored more than two
points against us the whole time. It was really just a demonstration of
awesome, un-diggable hitting. Tina was just hanging with us, watching. After
the tournament was over, she asked Amy to teach her how to hit ... ... .." her
voice trailed off.

"Well?"

"She also puts that together better than any of us jumps higher, hits harder.
She became an astonishing hitter in about twenty minutes. It's hard to
comprehend. We all catch on to any sport quickly, but not that quickly. She
was already better than two of the best in no time. And then, to rub salt in
the wound, she started showing off."

Tina interrupted. "Do you understand, Carol, how much having self-confidence
can help with anything you do? Well, my self-confidence has gotten to the
point where I am so absolutely sure of myself, I assume I'm going to do
anything I try perfectly every time. So that gives me the freedom to really go
for it right from the start. Whatever it is, even something I had just
learned. So I decided to take it up a notch, already sure that I had mastered
it." She motioned for Angela to continue.

"Her hits were so hard, much harder than Amy's or mine, ... .."

"And yours are harder than anyone else I've ever seen," interrupted Carol.

"So, Tina started doing three-sixty spins as she jumped and still had perfect
timing and all that height on her jumps to put down the most devastating hits
you could imagine. And then, you know, when it comes to handsprings, there is
no one who comes close to getting the height that she gets out of those
incredibly strong arms. After a few tries to get the timing right, she had a
hit that was as good as many of ours, out of a friggin' handspring.
Unbelievable." She glared at Tina. "Bitch."

Tina knew that Angela knew she was just kidding with the bitch comment. But
she used it as an excuse to attack. Angela was helpless in seconds. "I just
wanted to make it clear that I'm also that much stronger. You and Amy are
extremely strong, and Carol, you're getting there, but none of you are really
very close. So I'm way stronger, way faster, and always two steps ahead,
physically and mentally. How are you going to defend against that? Think about
it. Four-hundred and twenty-five pound benches for reps is pro football
linemen territory. And we're talking about guys who are almost twice as big as
me. I don't do regular squats, but I do jump squats onto a three-foot box with
a pair of hundred and twenty pound dumbbells. Having all that strength in a
more compact body with all that speed creates explosive power that can't be
matched. Any opponent would have a better chance against one of those linemen
than against me."

She let go of Angela and lay back down on her back. She seemed suddenly
somewhat melancholy. "What's the matter, Babe?"

"Oh, I hope I didn't sound too arrogant. I used to relish it, rubbing people's
face in it that I'm so superior."

"Well, you are. I'm world class elite, Amy too. Carol might get pretty close
some day, but you leave us in the dust."

"Well I'm twenty-four now, not so immature anymore. I showed these two friends
up at their own sport in minutes, just like they do to other people that
quickly, but I was just having fun. Wrestling, however, is different. I'm so
aware that I'm going to destroy anyone who dares to come up against me, that
my hyper competitiveness kicks in and at some I just have to show everyone how
truly awesome I really am. And then I'm turned on by myself, my opponents also
get all aroused by me even as I'm cleaning their clocks, and then it gets
worse because I start to get stronger. Soon I'm doing things that no one can
comprehend is even possible, but I'm absolutely sure of my success, which gets
me even more turned on."

"But," Angela pointed out, Me, and I'll bet Carol, and surely Amy too, we also
all get stronger when we get turned on."

"Maybe arithmetically, mere mortal," she giggled at her little quip. "Yes,
it's like addition for you guys. With me, it's multiplication. Ha ha." She
stopped and got pensive again. Angela and Carol crawled towards her and the
two muscle women start to lick and caress their master. Soon enough she was
moaning, almost cooing, forcing herself to remain totally passive as Angela
and Carol did their thing. In a little while, Tina whispered, "I can't be
beat, I can't even find any competition with a single person. As Randy Newman
used to say, it's lonely at the top."

"What are you gonna do?" Carol was somewhat disappointed that she never got to
see Tina in full warrior mode. Yes, she had felt her power but Tina was just
playing around and Angela had told her that Tina wasn't going full throttle.

"I'm gonna retire, at least for now. I have money in the bank, from some
challengers who put up bets. Angela, you know how I've been training more
women than just you."

"Yeah, about a dozen or so, right?"

"I do pretty well financially from that too, and I could take on more clients.
Turning women into the stronger sex one client at a time. You've been my star
pupil, no doubt, but there are some other very good ones. None of their
husbands or boyfriends knows the extent of their training. They all like their
muscular, hot bods, and the guys love how great the sex is with those
physiques. Anyway, so, in about a month, we're going to see how they stack up
against each other in a little tournament. Carol, Angela told me about your
potential and how far you've come already, but she also said you have a muscle
goddess warrior heart. She's done a great job training you, but I'm here to up
your training for a few weeks. Also, Cousin Kate is going to join us. When I
think you're ready Angela and I will head back to Alabama and get things
organized. We want you and your boyfriend to come on down for this event,
Alan, too. That's why Angela's going to give him the greatest sex of his life
while we're here."

"I like Ted much more, plus he's better hung."

"When she summons him to Alabama, he'll come. Kate is coming down also. You
all can stay at our place, Amy's and mine, actually Frank's, but his
girlfriend Wendy, another muscle-babe plus Amy and I run the place." She
turned to Angela. "By the way, Girlfriend, can I fuck Ted while I'm here,
since you'll be occupied with Alan?"

"Could I stop you if I objected?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Well, I don't mind." Ted was well aware that Angela was great at sex beyond
anything he could have imagined. Given his shy nature, he never thought a
magnificent woman like her would be interested in him. And now, another muscle
woman. Over the next few weeks, he found out that there was someone even
better than Angela, amazing sex beyond what he thought was possible, just like
with everything else Tina did.

About a month later, down in Alabama, Tina had planned a barbeque picnic on
the beach for all her "graduates". All the women that had trained with Tina
looked stunning: strong, shapely, and beautiful. Some of the women in their
late forties had bodies to match any of the twenty-somethings, once again
proving that training with weights is the fountain of youth. With all those
great bodies, all swim attire was as tiny as possible, all the women wanting
to flaunt what they had worked hard to achieve. But no one, not even Amy or
Angela could match Tina's physical perfection. They were still hot beyond
belief , but she had surpassed them in recent years, so driven to be the best
at everything, not only having the strongest and most athletic body, but the
hottest one also.

So, after everyone had smoked a little pot, and was starting to loosen up,
Tina announced a little wrestling tournament between spouses. Some of the men
were in great shape themselves, a few were quite jacked, some, not so much.

First up was Cecily, forty-nine, but looking twenty-five. She was about
five-seven and a hundred forty-five pounds. She had played field hockey in
high school and had always kept fit since then. After she met Tina, and
started training with her, the transformation was startling. Her husband was a
runner, so he was fit at five-ten and about one-seventy. He loved the way his
wife looked and he loved her muscles. Now he was about to find out that she
was quite a bit stronger than him. She pretty much controlled him the whole
time and proved herself more athletic as well as being stronger. As the victor
sat on her husband's face, he spontaneously ejaculated as she came.

Now, Cecilia couldn't throw him around or anything. Only a few of Tina's
charges could do that, Angela and Amy, of course, and now Carol. Oh, yeah,
there was one other, Marie, a beautiful seventeen year old Hispanic girl. She
had brought her step-dad and Mom along instead of her boyfriend. He had had no
clue that she was doing all this weight lifting, and though he had always
lusted after her tight gymnast's body, he was around other people now, and he
really had to hide his lust for her new-found muscles. Mom knew that Marie had
been training with Tina and was in on the plan. It turns out that Step-Dad had
molested her from the time she was twelve and developed breasts until about
fifteen, when Mom started getting suspicious.

To say that Marie settled the score was putting it mildly. She indeed was
strong enough to at least do some body slams, and at the end, pick him up at
chest level and then drop him down onto a hard thigh.

"Next up, Carol and Mike." Mike was used to Carol beating him. She had
obviously been getting more muscular recently and occasionally some of her
hits on the sand court were starting to rival Angela's, but he thought it odd
that she wasn't opening a wider gap when they wrestled. Well, today was her
day. She was getting so good that she let him attack sometimes and then should
would just bury him. Carol had a huge orgasm as she held him over her head for
the first time at the end of their match. He didn't mind when she dropped him
in mid meltdown. To him, she was the most exciting woman in the world, and
certainly the best wrestler. (He had just met Tina, although just looking at
her made him wonder how good she might be at wrestling. Plus, it must be
remembered that Angela had never fought in Georgia when she was visiting
Kate.)

Speaking of Kate, "Next up, Alan versus Kate."

"Wait a minute. I thought I was going to wrestle Angela." Tina looked over at
Angela and smiled, then winked. "Oh, wait. I read that wrong. Net up, Angela
versus, ... ... ." Alan started to get up. " ... ... ..Tom." As Alan stood
there, looking foolish, Tom came out to the middle. He was pretty muscular,
way more than Alan, and had probably twenty-five pounds on him, and therefore
also on Angela, since she weighed the same as Alan.

Angela tore him a new one, toying with him, teasing him, letting him think he
had an advantage and then blow his doors off in a match worthy of what Tina
would have done a few years back, ... ..totally dominating. Even though he was
unhurt, Tom was pretty banged up at the end and had to be helped out of the
way. Angela strutted over and stood in front of Alan, her muscles pumped from
exertion, and glistening with sweat under the hot sun. She definitely looked
the part of savage goddess in her animal skin loincloth outfit.

"Okay, Alan, she taunted, are you ready for me?" As he turned white as a
sheet, Tina again called out that he was up against Kate. She was very buff
now and very strong compared to other girls her size and even other hundred
and forty-five pound guys. But she wasn't as aggressive as her cousin or her
old friend Carol, and she couldn't overcome Alan's thirty-pound weight
advantage. Still, he barely won and he couldn't pin her or get he to submit.
So Alan was the first man to win.

There were several more matches, almost all with the women beating their
husbands or boyfriends, some by just a hair, but many more by quite a bit.
They were all pretty impressive specimens, and in addition to being stronger
than their mates, they were better wrestlers, so most of the matches were
routs.

And then Ann and Russell were up. It's hard to know who was using who in this
relationship. Ann was over fifty but with the body of an elite
thirty-something athlete. She was strong as shit, benching close two-hundred
and fifty pounds at a bodyweight of one fifty. Russell was twenty-five years
younger, five ten and a hundred and sixty-five pounds of well-trained muscle.
He had been a wrestler in college and had a body that had most red-blooded
women swooning, with his dark Mediterranean complexion and hairy chest. He had
figured what other men only wondered about, that a very strong, aggressive
woman with all the attributes of someone half her age, but with more than
thirty years of sexual experience, would be an absolutely phenomenal sex
partner. And she knew that he was just there to be her stallion because all
his talent was in that fabulous body and between his legs, but none between
his ears.

It turns out they wrestled all the time as foreplay before their wild sex, but
this was their first time with an audience. It was an awesome match. Both were
supreme athletes and as strong as could be. But he finally prevailed. One cool
thing about him was that after he pinned her, he slid down her body, pulled
her thong aside and ate her out while the audience clapped to show their
appreciation, for the oral sex and for a great match. As she came, her legs
clamped around his head, and for a moment she was the winner as she jerked and
convulsed in orgasm, taking him along for the ride.

Out of five more women, there were quite a few decisive wins for the women,
either because of wimpy husbands or even sometimes the men weren't so wimpy
but the women still won easily. A match that didn't go to well for the female
was with Karen. She was the smallest of the group. Very buff and strong for
her size, but her size was small. Her husband Kevin, on the other hand was
probably the finest male specimen in the group, and evidently he felt he had
something to prove. He was a hundred and eighty-five pounds of muscle to her
one twenty. Finally, someone suggested they stop the one sided match, and as
he got up, he muttered something about putting her in her place. Karen was
okay after a few minutes, a testament to her conditioning.

"So, now guys and girls, round two. All the women who won are going to pair
off against each other. Some great fights were had, generally larger girls
winning in most, but not all cases. As expected, Carol and Angela came out as
winners and then they wrestled off against each other, making it clear to
every man except the chauvinistic Kevin, that they were way better than any
man out there. Even Russell was heard saying that he couldn't imagine women
being that good. Coming in third surprisingly was Ann, who beat both Cecily
and Marie pretty handily. (It might be noted here that Amy was not competing
on this day. She was pretty banged up due to her last encounter with her
younger sister.)

Tina got up and walked around, hugging all the women, winners and losers. They
had all availed themselves well. "Okay, everyone, listen up. Round three.
First, Russell and Kevin, wrestle collegiate style." Kevin surprisingly pinned
Russell in about thirty seconds. "Okay, as soon as Russell is ready, he'll go
against our other male winner." Russell signaled that he was ready any time
and then disposed of Alan as easily as Kevin had beaten him. "Okay, the last
part of our third round before we get to the finals. Alan, I know that you
would have no chance against either Angela nor your stepsister Carol, as you
already know since she uses you for gratification when Mike's not around. So,
... ... .drumroll please, ... ... .Ann, wrestle, freestyle, against Alan."

Now Ann had a similar fire burning after losing to Russell, to not let it
happen again. She really opened up a can of whoop-ass on the Alan. It was
pretty brutal, and eventually Carol pulled her off the poor guy as Angela
tossed him over her shoulder and moved him off the battle field. Kate came
over with a wet towel to wipe his face. "God, he managed, she was so much
stronger than me. I'm starting to realize how very average I am."

"Well, I hate to make it worse for you, but you have been really mean to me in
the past." He looked at her quizzically. "I could have beaten you too. Yes,
little me is quite a bit stronger than you. But we had to set you up. We
didn't know whether it would be Cecily, or Marie, or any other of the women.
Even little Karen would whoop you. I'm glad it was Ann, though. She's so
aggressive and seeing a woman who is old enough to be your mother destroying
you was really icing on the cake."

Kate was just getting up when they heard Tina's voice once again. "Okay guys,
for the grand finale. Gentlemen, you know that I've trained your wives and
girlfriends and most of you found out today who the stronger partner is in
your various relationships. Now, I'm sure even Angela, Carol and my sister Amy
will all admit that I've taken physical perfection to a new level. So,
Russell, I heard you say that you couldn't imagine better female wrestlers
than Carol and Angela. So I have to show you that I am. Kevin, you were pretty
mean to your wife and you seem to have some attitude about male superiority.
So I have to also show you how wrong you are."

Russell spoke first, clearly excited about mixing it up with this hot woman.
"Who first?"

"Both of you at once."

"Fuck that shit," shouted Kevin. "I proved that I was way better than that
stinky wop in a heartbeat. I'm wrestling you by myself."

"Alright, then." She turned to Russell and whispered, "If it appears that he's
having some trouble, you jump in."

Tina and Kevin faced off, quickly locking up arms and shoulders. There was a
bit of jostling back and forth and then Tina started pulling downward ever so
slightly, leading the taller, heavier Kevin to think he was gaining an
advantage. But, in the blink of an eye, Tina jumped, straight up, while still
holding onto his upper body, and he to hers. It was astounding that she could
get over three feet off the ground, bringing him up with her. But then to make
things even more amazing, she flipped and twisted several times in mid-air,
his lower body sort of flailing around do to the force of her movements. And
then she slammed him down onto the sand on his back with her dense hundred and
seventy pounds of female muscle on top.

Before he could recover, she was on her feet. She grabbed him under the
armpits, stood him up and, crouching down some, wrapped her arms around his
waist before blasting off again. She could feel his erection against her hard
abs as she lifted him. "Hmmm," she thought to herself, "Another man who's
reaction when facing off against a superior woman, intense arousal." She was
in better jumping position this time and got even higher. Some more mid-air
maneuverings of her incredible body to get his in position, and then at the
peak, she let go. As they ascended, almost parallel to the sand, she was to
the side of him, facing his feet with one hand on his chest. At exactly the
right moment, when they were about two feet off the ground, she pushed hard
with that arm, accelerating his fall while slowing hers. She landed on her
feet once again as his upper body absorbed the full impact of another teeth
rattling slam.

His upper back and shoulders hit so hard that his legs flew up. With lightning
reactions, she was already into another move that was hard to fathom. In one
fluid motion, as his legs came up, Tina bent slightly, wrapped her right arm
around his waist, and jumped again, really high, with Kevin hanging upside
down on that one arm. Now she could feel the wetness of the crotch of his suit
as his boner pressed against her bicep.

Tina usually did back flips because she could generate more power, plus she
could see where she was going as she spun. And where she was going right now
was up. She reached the peak of the jump, once again, Tina let go of her
captor, spun laterally in mid-air as they were momentarily weightless,
parallel to the ground. Her left hand went between his shoulder blades and she
literally threw him down as she landed. All three moves that left him lying in
a heap on the ground took less than thirty seconds. Tina immediately became
airborne once again, flipping, spinning and twisting, as everyone watching
held their collective breath, so sure that as high as she was getting now
empty handed, whatever she did when she landed would surely finish him off.

But she landed straddling his prone body, facing in the direction of Russell,
who was standing there with his mouth open, well aware that she could probably
do worse damage to him since he weighed twenty pounds less. A fine athlete
himself, he could see that she was faster, more flexible, more coordinated and
a lot stronger than him and he also understood that she could do things that
no one else could even conceive of, let alone actually do. As to his lighter
weight, Tina was so strong that the twenty pound difference between him and
Kevin was not a factor at all. She could do these moves on someone who weighed
over two-hundred pounds as easily as she could to his hundred and sixty-five.

As Kevin lay there in a daze, she went over to Russell. "I think we could say
that he's having some trouble now." Russell was scared that she could really
fuck him up, but before he could back out she grabbed an arm, flung him up
into a bear hug. "Jeeze," she thought as she lifted him, "He's hard too, and
much bigger also." Following the same pattern, Tina's shapely powerful legs
exploded out of the sand and they were in the air. It was hard to count how
many twists and turns she did while carrying him with her. One might see an
elite gymnast accomplishing something like this at the end of a tumbling run.
But this magnificent creature was doing it from a standstill carrying an extra
hundred and sixty-five pounds. It was beyond comprehension that she could do
this and the move was done with lightning speed and crushing power as she
slammed him into the sand. Russell was right about the damage she could do to
him. It only took one move on her part to render him in as bad a shape a Kevin
after three.

Tina was creating a new way of wrestling and everyone understood that no one
would be capable of following her into this new realm. She was combining her
impossible power with that ability to get high up into the air. Sometimes as
she was repositioning either one of the guys at the top of her jump, they
seemed to almost float, like that moment just before a trampolinist descends
back to the canvass. And other times there was an explosive speed about her
movements, that generated tremendous power. And, as she had just demonstrated
with poor Russell, both types still caused utter devastation at the finish.

And to think that this all this physical dominance was being caused by a
fabulously beautifully body, one that just oozed so much feral sexuality that
she could make Viagra obsolete. She was so superior to any other human being
that it just added another layer of surrealness to this whole surreal scene.
Tina walked around the two crumpled bodies once or twice in an almost mocking
fashion, and then came over by her friends for a sip of water as the two men
tried to get their shit together. She could tell by the looks on all her
friend's faces that they understood that there was probably no other human
being in the world like Tina. Carol especially was totally enthralled and she
was beginning to understand that when she and Angela wrestled with Tina, she
really was just fooling around.

Every cell phone was out, getting ready to record, every person there hoping
that the match wasn't already over. They would not be disappointed. Some had
already captured for posterity the pain and humiliation she had already heaped
on the two men.

The guys were on their feet now. Kevin deluded himself into thinking it was
some kind of trick, but Russell had seen her in mid-air contorting her body
into whatever position was necessary to make sure that she did major damage.
The strength and flexibility it took to do that was astounding. He understood
her power and knew that it was no trick. Now they were both about to get a
taste of her speed.

She slowly approached them with her arms slightly out, palms up, beckoning
them to attack. They approached cautiously, spreading out some to come in from
both sides. All of a sudden, from a standstill, she leaped forwards a good six
feet, landing in between them, and then giggling as they almost peed their
pants out of surprise. But she did not attack right away. After they got their
composure back, then she struck, grabbing outstretched arms and pulling
inward. As both guys stumbled, she started to fall backwards, throwing her
lower body out and catching Kevin's shoulders and his one outstretched arm
between her powerful legs as she whipped Russell over her head, much the same
way Carol had seen Angela do with that bag all those months ago. The big
difference though was that Russell was trying to resist, and he weighed more
than the bag, plus Tina's was also in the process of locking Kevin up with her
legs. Oh yeah, one other thing. Tina whipped Russell over her head and onto
the ground with one arm. Angela had used both practicing with the bag.

As Russell hit the ground and Tina fell back at the same time, she threw her
legs up and back and Kevin's body was flying over her and slamming down right
on top of Russell. Tina was not fooling around today, going from one
devastating move to the next with merciless efficiency and at this moment not
allowing the guys any recovery time. As Russell tried to get up, Tina was on
her feet again, jumping impossibly high and twisting and flipping several
times before raining down on them, a knee to Kevin's back and her tricep
crashing across Russell's chest. In an instant, she was up again, and grabbing
Russell by the shoulders, she tossed him up in a big arc so that when he
landed he was upside down on one of her shoulders.

Jumping straight up, well over three feet, she spun like a top while opening
her legs into a slight split, sliding him down over her beautiful tits and
hard abs, his head coming to rest between those massive thighs as they snapped
back shut. That maneuver was done on just her first rotation. As the spinning
continued, she leaned forward while pulling her legs back. So now on the
second spin, they were parallel to the ground with Russell held below her. As
they crashed down, there was still some rotation going on, so poor Russell was
not only crushed into the sand, but also sliding sideways, intensifying the
pain.

She sat up, her knees in tight, lower legs splayed out to the side, his body
on the ground, face down, his head still between her upper thighs. Kevin was
up and trying to sneak attack from behind, but her instincts were so finely
honed that just as he grabbed for her, her arm shot up, grabbed the back of
his head and slammed it into her thick shoulder so hard that it sort of
bounced. Instantly, with that trademark quickness, she arched her back so she
could slip her upper body under his. One arm shot around a shoulder and the
other went between his legs. Straightening back up, Tina pressed him over her
head as she ground her crotch on the back of Russell's head. As she came, she
brought Kevin back down to her shoulders and pulled down hard.

Sexual interlude over, she shrugged him off, got to her feet and strutted
around their prone bodies, quietly taunting Kevin, since Russell looked to be
unconscious. "You guys aren't doing very well right now. I guess you thought
you were all that, Kevin. But right now, your body is aching, you're in a
daze, trying to figure out if I can be stopped." Russell was still down,
barely moving. Her last maneuvers were much tougher on him. But Kevin was on
his knees now. "Well, I can't be stopped. I'll bet you thought you were a big
time wrestler. Let me tell you something. I could have beaten you when I was
sixteen. Plus I know you rough up your wife, who you outweigh by some
sixty-five pounds. So you're a bully and you thought you were a big, strong
bad ass fighter. But to me you're a weak pussy. And I go especially hard on
bullies."

Kevin knew he was totally outclassed, but he was still a hothead and when she
called him a weak pussy, he lashed out, hitting her with everything he had,
right into her full curvy abs. She barely noticed, instead, glancing over at
Russell, who was still pretty out of it. Turning back to Kevin as he hit her a
second time, she started talking again, as if she had barely noticed that he
had punched her in the stomach. "Looks like it just you and me for a few
minutes, wimp. Quick as a wink, she grabbed him under the armpits, fell back
and threw him up beyond her head.

He crashed to the sand and she was already on her feet. Another impossibly
high back flip and she as she was coming down on him, it looked like she was
going to land with both of her knees onto his chest. But at the last instant,
she spread her thighs and landed, still on her knees, but straddling him. She
giggled again at the frightened look in his eye. But, there was no time to
dwell. Tina arched her back very far until the top of her head touched his
midsection, Her powerful arms reached back and under his torso, then she
rolled her legs back and up over her body.

As unbelievable as it sounds, she kipped her legs forwards as she pulled
backwards with her arms, landing on her feet where his head had been as she
continued to bring his body behind her and up and onto her right shoulder,
facing down with his head to the front. Another explosive leap and they were
back in the air and soon he was on his back again with her shoulder driving
him into the sand. Taking a brief respite from her high flying twisting body
slams, she decided to just torture him for a few moments. Tina flipped him
over onto his stomach a placed a knee onto his lower back. One hand went under
his chin and the other down to his far ankle. Then she lifted. Her already
amazing arms exploded in detail as she bent him farther and farther. He was in
agony and was trying desperately with both arms to pull her hand off his chin.
His near leg was kicking wildly, so she shot out one of hers circled around
his knee and down his shin, then pulled it in yet another direction. Then she
rolled onto her back and held his pain-wracked distorted body above her while
she talked to Amy in a normal voice, as if she was putting very little effort
into twisting the strong man into a position he was not meant to be in. After
a minute, she first released her leg-hold and slid her other leg on his back
until it was her foot instead of her knee. Straightening her leg, she
catapulted him a good ten feet as she let go with both her hands at the same
time.

Tina got up and walked over to Ann. Ann was kneeling as Tina straddled her
legs, running her hands up and down her magnificent torso. Ann got the message
and now her hands were caressing Tina's legs, occasionally lilting over her
barely covered pussy, as Tina talked. "I hope you don't mind me roughing up
your guy a little. I mostly wanted to oooooooooooooopen," she stuttered for a
second as Ann's fingers did the trick. "a can of whoop-ass on that bullying
asshole, but since this is my swansong, I reaaaaaaaaaallly wanted to fight two
strong guys at oooooooonce. Mmmmmmmmm."

"Fire away, Baby. You've got me so turned on with your awesomeness."

"Can I fuck your guy later if he's still alive? Ha ha."

"If I can wrestle some of these other guys who are watching now, and sexually
abuse some of them myself?"

"You got it. Now back to these "little men" as my sister likes to say."

For the next half hour, Tina was airborne, sometimes empty handed, getting her
body up higher than was physically possible and wreaking all kinds of havoc as
she came down upon the two men. At other times, she was flying into the air
holding a hapless body, in any position she had managed to grab either guy in,
and then twisting and turning, and seeming to accelerate as she drove them
into the sand or each other. There was no floating and weightlessness going on
anymore. Every move displayed frightening explosive power combined with
amazing speed in order to cause the most damage.

This was a tour de force the likes of which only Tina was capable of. Indeed,
through perfect genetics, a lifetime of good nutrition, superb athleticism,
hard work and un-Godly strength, Tina was now superhuman when compared with
anyone else. It was like she was from a new, highly evolved species, and she
was super smart too. It could be argued that Amy, when she was healthy, and
Angela, and even Carol, though she had some catching up to do, were also
members of that new, advanced species, but Tina stood alone. The girls all
knew that she could do to them what she was doing to these guys, and just as
easily.

Her last couple of moves were a doosie. She had been going back and forth with
Kevin and Russell for a while now and at one point where Russell was on his
back, gasping for breath, Tina did a double back flip while holding Kevin
across her chest, face in. His landing on his back was so powerful that Tina
literally bounced off him and to her feet. Jumping and twisting, she landed
next to Russell, reached down and lifted him into the same position across her
chest, again facing in. She could feel his erection against her arm, even
though he was barely conscious. She walked over closer to where the still not
moving Kevin lay, gauging her distance. Jumping straight up, over four feet,
carrying Russell's hundred and sixty-five pounds like it was nothing.

At the top of the jump, her legs came up, propelling her even higher. Her toes
were pointed, almost touching her forehead, but for his body in the way. What
seemed like almost slow motion, Tina rolled backwards at the peak like a diver
would do in a pike to back dive. When the position was right, she let go of
Russell and he dropped like a stone, right on to Kevin facing the same way.
She landed, straddling their hips, sat down on the small of Russell's back,
and fell forward as she pushed each guy out some, landing in between them with
her upper body. Her arms snaked under their chests and across their necks
while she clamped her legs outside of theirs for leverage. Tina then started
pulling their upper bodies out and back, pulling twisting, pulling and
twisting with relentless brutal power that was such a contrast to her ability
to gracefully fly like a gazelle. With what little strength they had, each
tried desperately to pull her arms away, but they wouldn't have been able to
do it when they were at full power. It was the same hold she had put on Carol
and Angela a few weeks back. But the result were worse here for these poor
guys.

Finally, she mercifully stopped the carnage. Her longtime boyfriend and
trainer, Michael, had finally arrived. Time for the coup de gras. As she
smiled at him, she came over to Amy and Angela. "What do you think was my
greatest move ever?"

"Oh, I would have to say when you did your usual blast off handspring and
maneuvered that guy in mid-air so that when you landed, you brought him down
onto your leg, and broke some of his vertebrae."

"Yeah, I'll agree to that. It was like you were floating as you repositioned
him, and then the rest was so brutal."

"I saw that one in a video. Angela showed me. I came uncontrollably when I saw
that. So unbelievable. You have been my inspiration ever since then."

"Yeah, that's my favorite too. I felt bad that I hurt him. Russell's a little
smaller and Kevin's bigger." She looked over at the guys. They were sitting
up, but still very shaky. If they both hadn't been very strong men in
excellent shape, they'd have been crippled by now, even landing on the soft
sand, the reason Tina always wrestled at the beach. "Girlfriends, I'm gonna
need your help. I don't think they can stand on their own. I want you guys to
position them next to each other, with you all holding him from the outside.
Have them just far enough apart that my body can fit between them."

"Are you going to try to flip them both at once?"

"TRY?!!! Sis, I never just try. I always do it; whatever it is I'm attempting.
And I'm going up the ante on this one. Put Kevin on my left. He's an asshole.
Russell's not so bad after all, he could have shoved his dick down Ann's
throat after he beat her, but he serviced her instead. It's going to be
terrible for both of them, but worse for Kevin."

When the girls were ready, Tina turned to the entire crowd. "Guys, ever since
I was about fourteen, I've known I was special. I not only could beat up any
guy in our neighborhood, I could beat any three of them at the same time.
Since then I have been driven to become the most awesome human being in the
world in wrestling. I've invented a form of fighting that no one else can
match, even my awesome sister or our friend, Angela. I want to go on training
all of you, and more women as well. This will be my last and most
incomprehensible move ever. If anyone else can ever get even close to any even
any of my more mundane moves, I will come out of retirement to fight them."

She smiled at her group and then turned. Kevin and Russell were standing with
Carol and Angela supporting them, each woman being strong enough to do it with
just one arm stretched out so their bodies were completely out of the way.
Tina put one hand in the air as a gymnast would do before a floor routine or a
vault. Then she ran at them and went into her handspring. The ladies let go
and suddenly three bodies were airborne. Tina was upside down to them as they
ascended to almost eight feet. Just as with Sam, at the apex, as they were
sort of floating, Kevin's body was being re-adjusted in one arm while her
other one slid down towards Russell's ankle.

The height was so great, and her torque so powerful, that they did another
whole flip as they descended. (She had only done a single when she had broken
Sam's back.) As they landed, sure enough, her left leg went out and Kevin's
back hit hard. In the meantime, just before she landed her head went down as
if she was praying or something, and she pulled Russell's body over her,
whipping him onto the ground with stunning force, the impact simultaneous with
Kevin's landing. She bounced to her feet, throwing her chest out with her
hands up in the air. Routine over. She went and stood in front of Michael as
he stared at her, mouth open, boner pushing the front of his speedos. She was
the fruits of his training, a female so far beyond everyone else that it was
hard to comprehend. "You are the perfect fighting machine, Tina. I want you so
bad."

"Babe, if that one guy, the smaller one, is okay, I'm going to have him
tonight. I know that whenever I'm with another guy, it doesn't matter if they
don't compare with you," she ran her hands up and down his muscular chest and
arms, "and they never do, but I make my own awesomeness when it comes to it. I
know that just like in wrestling, when it comes to sex I also have no equals.
That's why I want you to experience Ann. She's the most amazing woman. Can you
tell that she's fifty?"

"No way. She looks like an elite twenty something athlete, her body anyway."

"She's really strong, not compared to me, but she's definitely up there. And
over thirty years of sex under her belt. She should be quite pleasurable for
you, even if she isn't me. Take notes. Ha ha."

Back to the victims of her destruction. Neither guy was moving, at all. A hush
had fallen over the crowd. They had all just witnessed the impossible. But
they were worried that she had actually killed two strong men in a wrestling
match. They both did indeed have to go to the hospital. Russell was mostly
just banged up. Ann had followed behind the ambulance, and they were back in
an hour, Russell having been released after it was determined that nothing was
really wrong except for all the bruises. Kevin was another story. He was hurt
far worse than Sam, the first guy she had sent to the hospital back in the
day.

No one ever forgot what they saw that day, especially Alan. And, once the
ambulances were gone, for Tina's entertainment, they all watched little Karen
wrestle him to the ground and pin him in less than a minute. No, she hadn't
gone to the hospital with her abusive husband. When Ann and Russell got back
to the beach after the hospital released him, she also provided some fun for
the girls, beating every other man there before the afternoon was over, using
many faces for her satisfaction And that brings up the subject of Alan once
again. Ann wrestled him again even though he beg her to leave him alone. This
time she was especially brutal on him. Right from the start she took it to
him, jumping forward from a couple feet away and knocking him onto his back.
Within seconds, he was wrapped into a tight half cradle, one leg up around by
his head while his other was trapped between her legs, as she pulled and
twisted it away from the rest of his body.

After about a half a minute of this painful hold, she let go and before he
could respond, she rolled him onto his stomach, lifted his upper body and slid
her legs around his waist from the side. As she powered down with her strong
legs, her arm on that side went over his chest, reaching and grabbing his
opposite upper arm. Her other hand went to the ground, and fourteen inch arms
burst into detail as she pushed her body up while twisting him back. It would
have been impressive for a twenty-something, let alone a fifty-something year
old.

Her assault went on for quite a while, impressing upon everyone how much
stamina she had as well. Finally, as poor Alan lay on his back, totally
exhausted, Ann looked over at Tina to make sure she was paying attention.
"I've been working on some gymnastics moves." This amazing woman then did a
sort of tumbling run, at the end, doing a flip and landing in a split on Alan.
It seemed that she had wanted to land on his face, but miscalculated some,
landing on his middle and knocking the wind out of him. This actually turned
out for the better, for her a least as she leaped forward, pulling her tiny
suit aside, planting her shaved pussy on his gasping contorting mouth, having
a stupendous orgasm to the delight of the audience.

. In some ways, she was Tina's favorite student, time and again proving that
age is just a number and that being over fifty hadn't stop her from being a
total dominating wrestler and sexual savage. To all the women there, Ann
served as an example that they could all continue to be strong and hot and not
take shit from anyone maybe for the rest of their lives. That evening, Michael
did indeed have a great time with her. Even though she was no Tina, (who is?)
she was indeed an amazing sex goddess in her own way.

Tina took Russell back to the house and took a shower. He had been cleaned up
at the hospital. As he sat on a couch, waiting, wondering, she came out
wearing a diaphanous dress, very sheer and short. She slowly, sensuously
pulled it over her head. Underneath, she had on a too tight pink ribbed
wifebeater with the word 'Champ' emblazoned across it in a darker pink. The
white patch covering her shaved pussy said "Dominator".

Tina did indeed retire because no one ever came close to being able to do what
she could, though she occasionally engaged in some fun wrestling with Amy or
Angela or Carol, often with all three at once. She never lost. She wound up
training hundreds of women over the years and when she reached fifty, the only
signs of aging was in her still beautiful face and a few gray hairs, her body
still beyond perfect, there was still no one who could give her anything close
to a good match.

As to Kevin, he was in traction for two weeks, a back brace for six months and
on crutches for a year. It turns out that Tina and Karen had planned a setup
for Kevin when she showed up at the gym one day with a black eye and some
bruises here and there, especially on her wrists. Any man who would do that
deserved to be punished. Karen even managed to trick him into to signing a
paper with a bunch of others that turned out to be a waiver, in case Tina hurt
him.

While he was laid up, Tina showed up at their house on a regular basis, and
when they went into another room, it was obvious that they were making girl
love and he couldn't do anything about it. During his recovery Karen went on a
high protein diet, working out almost every day, and working her way up to one
thirty, benching almost two hundred pounds. In the meanwhile, Kevin's muscles
atrophied quite a bit and when he was fully healed, she began showing him what
it had felt like being an abused spouse.