A Real Athlete  Pt. 3  
by Musclehead



At the end of our last encounter with our heroines, they had left Paul and his
three friends tied up in the clearing near the lake, Paul's friends tied to
trees with their pants around their ankles, and Paul hanging upside down at
the end of a rope that had been slung over a branch by Trish. He had been
forced to watch Sarah beat up two of his friends. Trish watched from a perch
on his third friend's face, using him for her carnal pleasure, getting off
even more than usual, watching her amazing friend, Sarah, as she trashed the
other two.

Before their encounter with the hapless guys, the two babes had run five
miles, at a fast clip, and then beaten the crap out of Paul and his friends,
Trish having destroyed three at once, and then Sarah easily taking two of
them, even though one of her arms was in a sling. They had also used the guy's
faces for some oral sexual gratification several times, something both of
these awesome athletes liked doing on a regular basis. After they were done,
they headed back home, again running at a fast pace. You'd think after all
that activity they might be a little worn out. You'd be wrong.

First of all, both girls were in peak condition. It hard for the average
person to comprehend the level of fitness these two young women had achieved.
Secondly, both found that getting sexually aroused increased their energy
level. It also increased their strength, in fact, as they were running back
from the woods, that's what they were discussing. "Trish, you were so right. I
always knew that I was stronger than Paul. But to realize how much stronger I
was in a direct confrontation was a real turn-on. I loved it when I knocked
the wind out of him and then planted my pussy on his face. To think that he
was struggling for breath, wondering whether he was going to survive and that
that very struggle was giving me such pleasure, well, that was so awesome."

"I heard that, Girlfriend. I mean, fucking a guy who's cool and who
appreciates how awesome we are is great, but there's nothing like letting
loose on some dickwad like Paul."

"And being able to take on two guys at once, even using only one arm, wow. I
think a part of me was getting off on my own physical talents too."

"I wish you had seen me against three guys at once. And I wish Paul had been
there. Could you imagine? Four guys at once."

"Trish, you are so awesome. I could never do that."

"Yes you could. Well, after your arm is fully healed. You have to be willing
to completely throw caution to the wind. Can't do that with an injury. Even if
you're tough enough, the mind would reflexively protect the body. Plus, those
guys didn't know how to fight and they certainly didn't coordinate their
efforts. It wasn't as bad as those stupid movie fight scenes, where it's
supposed to be one person taking on several, but each one waits their turn, so
it's really a bunch of one on ones. Stupid."

Trish continued talking even as the girls ran at a six minute per mile pace.
Her aerobic capacity was at as high a level of peak conditioning as well
developed as everything else about her. Sarah as well, but Trish was doing the
talking right now, as was so often the case. "Anyway, all three guys did
attack at once, but I was just too strong and too fast for them. And just like
you were able to just flatten both of the guys you went against at once, I
kind of did the same thing you did, but was able to flip the first guy into
both the other guys at once. It was pretty much over at that point, I had
stunned them enough that I had all the advantage from that point on."

"Baby, I'm kinda new at this. Do you ever fuck these guys? You know,
intercourse?"

"They'd have to be really well hung. These guys, ya know, they love our
bodies, but their minds are stuck in the past. If they can't accept that a
female can be as strong as a male, or in the case of a lot of women, a whole
lot stronger, they certainly shouldn't get any pleasure from whatever sexual
activities follow."

"But those guys back there all came, several times."

"But in a most humiliating way, their small minds denying our superiority even
as their cocks betrayed them. We had total control over their dicks without
even touching them. The only touching they got to do on our great bodies was
as we were overpowering them."

"So, back to my question. Say the guy is a total jerk, calling you names and
stuff like that, even as you're proving how much stronger you are. But he's
got a huge cock. If you fuck him, he's going to enjoy it, right."

"Sarah, girlfriend, you've been sheltered too long. Do you know what Kegels
are?" Sarah shook her head no. "They're an exercise to help a pregnant woman
push out the baby. But it's kind of the same action to squeeze your cunt
muscles. I can crush a cucumber inside my pussy. So naturally, if I want to
... ."

"Oh, you are so bad. I see where this is going. You, or I, can enjoy ourselves
using a guy's big one, but at the right moment, stop him cold."

"You got the idea."

"How do you know such things? We're the same age and yet you're so much more
experienced than me."

"I think it's a confidence thing. I was a freshman in high school when I
discovered that I was stronger, a lot stronger, than any girl in my school,
even the senior athletes, even a couple who were headed to college on athletic
scholarships. I was doing gymnastics, and I needed a change of pace, so I
decided to go out for track. My gymnastics coach wasn't too happy about it,
but she didn't try to stop me, especially since I had already gotten bigger
and my days as a competitive gymnast were numbered. So, in less than a month,
doing pole vault, I was almost as good as the senior girl who had been doing
it for four years. She felt pretty threatened so she started a fight with me,
something she evidently did a lot. All the other girls were totally
intimidated by her."

Trish continued her story. "It seems she beat up quite a few guys as well.
What started out as me just defending myself turned out with me kicking her
ass. By the end it was pretty much of a rout. And it wasn't lost on me that if
she beat a lot of guys, and I beat her then it would follow that I could beat
guys. Not that I went out and started picking fights. I wasn't a bully or
anything. But as I got older, it started to annoy me that even though I was
possibly the best athlete in the school, bar none, and one of the strongest,
the guys still got all the attention.

"In fact, the guy who was sort of my main guy back then, really my first guy,
was totally cool. He knew I was a better athlete than him. He was a football
player, and a lot bigger than me, and stronger, but only a little bit. So he
knew that pound for pound, I had him beat. And I was more coordinated, more
flexible and quite a bit quicker. He thought it was cool, and he was proud to
have me as his girlfriend, rather than being insecure that my abilities were
beyond his. It was great. The sex was great. He knew I was the best athlete in
the school and he also thought it unfair that I didn't get the attention I
deserved."

"But some of his friends weren't so cool. One of them tried to force himself
on me. I had gone out with this guy and things were cool and we were gonna do
it. We had stripped down and he was telling me what a great body I had, even
as it wasn't registering that the reason I had such a fine bod was because I
had muscles and was in great shape. Then he started acting like all I should
do was suck on his dick and then let him fuck me, with no consideration for my
pleasure, well we got into an argument. Then when he realized that I wasn't
going to have sex with him, he tried to make me do it against my will. I beat
the crap out of him. At some point, I was sitting on his chest with my arms
pinning his to the sides of his head. At that moment, I suddenly realized how
turned on I was. He was cursing up a storm and I wanted him to shut up. So I
moved up and planted my crotch on his face."

"He was yelling right into my crotch. It felt great. So, I pinned his arms
under the folds of my knees at this point. I pulled my panties to one side and
really pushed my pussy right into his lips, his nose started rubbing against
my clit. It was awesome. He started kicking his legs, so I reached back and
grabbed them, then leaned forward again so I could look into his eyes, which
were filled with a mixture of anger and fear as I folded him in half. Soon, he
was gasping for air, right into my pussy once again. I came so hard that I
started bouncing up and down on him. In the end, I had a whole bunch of
orgasms, and they were really intense. He was pretty fucked up. His face was
kinda bruised, and his nose was broken, but he was breathing, so I just left
him there and went home."

"Afterwards, as I thought about it, I realized that a part of me was getting
off on putting an asshole in his place, and another part of me was reveling in
that unique combination of physical strength and sexual hotness that I have.
It was better than anything I had experienced up to that point. So, I sort of
found out by accident what a turn on it was to assert myself and prove my
physical superiority to anyone who doubted it ... ..Doesn't the running hurt
your arm?"

"No. It's fine. I could probably go without the sling, but I really wanted to
see if I could beat Paul with just one arm. It was so easy. It really took
less than fifteen seconds to render him helpless. And that was after he sneak
attacked me. Pathetic. That gave me a lot of confidence. Then when I beat both
those other dweebs, pretty much just as easily, Trish, that turned me on so
much. I'm getting worked up again, just thinking about it. Are we that much
better than them?"

"Yeah, we are. I just think it's so cool that we're in such a different league
than them, and yet they're so turned on by us, even as they have trouble
admitting it to themselves, their cocks give them away."

"Well, they have to admit it now."

"Now you're getting the idea, Sarah. I think all you needed was a confidence
builder. Girl's like you and me are so much stronger than ... ... ... ... "
For once, Trish had nothing to say. She stopped running for a moment and
grabbed Sarah by the arm to stop her as well, turning Sarah towards her. Sarah
could tell by the look in her eye what was on her mind.

"Right here, Sarah. Right now."

"We're only a mile away from the house. Dave's the only one home and he's
probably still asleep from his encounter with you last night."

"Let's go then, faster." They picked up the pace until they were running
almost at a sprint, for a mile, without slowing down. They went to the back
yard, just about ripped off their clothes and made wild girl love for almost
an hour. Afterwards, lying there in the hot afternoon sun casually talking, an
occasional fondle, a spontaneous lick here and there, it was Sarah's turn.

"Trish, baby, I was thinking, as much fun as it was cleaning Paul's clock,
mostly because he deserved it, it was almost too easy. And watching those
other two dorks just about shaking with fear, even though they were they were
bigger than me, and I was only gonna use one arm, well, I almost had a
meltdown right then and there. But, you know, that was too easy also."

"Girlfriend, you're reading my mind. We need better competition." Trish paused
for a moment, "What about your brother?"

"He's pretty strong for a guy." They both started giggling like a couple of
ten year olds. Finally, "No, he's really no competition. I was more flexible
than him, as well as quicker, but the strength difference was pretty glaring.
And he's a collegiate swimmer. You had sex with him, what do you think?"

"I think I'd win." Once again they started to laugh uncontrollably at Trish's
obvious understatement. "No, actually I had a lot of fun having sex with him.
But I could tell that I was way more physically gifted than him. Remember that
I completely wore him out last night and still had plenty of energy left for
you. Plus, like you said, he's still in bed, recovering. He'll probably be
there for quite a while." They started giggling again as Sarah rolled over and
started to lick Trish's pussy once again as she playfully took Trish's ankles
and folded her legs up until her ankles were up by her ears, something either
girl could do to any number of guys for real.

"Right now you're my only competition and all I have to do is lick your pussy
to beat you." With a sudden burst of enormous strength, Trish brought her arms
up from underneath, throwing Sarah into the air. Whatever she did was hard to
comprehend, but it spun Sarah, so that when she came down they were back in
their favorite 69 position, wrapping their legs around each other's heads as
they dove in for some more mutual satisfaction, an inadequate word for
describing the dizzying sexual heights they were bringing each other to for
the next half hour. It was a good thing that these girls had the energy and
fitness levels to compliment their insatiable appetites.

As their rolling around locked in each other's sexual embrace wound down,
Sarah wanted to know, "So what's your plan, Trish?"

"I wanna fuck the gym owner. He's a surprisingly great guy. He is a
musclehead, and a lot of those guys are pretty full of themselves, but he's
not. He's not real big. He probably outweighs me by only about twenty-five
pounds, because he's only about five- eight. Actually he looks more like a
male gymnast than a bodybuilder, which is just fine with me."

"Do you think he wants you?"

"Not to sound conceited, Sarah, but have you met any guy who's not gay, who
didn't want me?"

"Of course not. How silly of me. Probably some gay guys would even consider
changing their orientation after seeing you naked."

"It's happened. Anyway, back to Mickey, that's the gym owner. He has
absolutely no problem with strong women. I don't know about his reaction to
someone stronger, I mean a girl who might be stronger ... "

"Might that be you?"

"I don't know. I've seen his poundages, about the same as mine when I'm
working out. But I don't use the heaviest weights I can, and I don't know
whether he does either."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I think I have to make the first move. I would imagine that he's not going to
do it, ya know, sexual harassment in the workplace and all. So I'll have to
make the first move. Maybe an after-hours encounter, when he's closing up the
gym ... ... maybe tonight."

"Oh, you're making me horny thinking about what you're gonna do with him."
They both sat quiet for a minute, uncomfortable with the idea of Trish getting
some and Sarah not.

"I've got an idea. You go to the gym. Around ten. I'll give you my key."

"Just tell him that you're my friend. How's your arm?"

"Fine. What'll I say?"

"Girlfriend, get some confidence. Wear what you were wearing when we went
running today." She pointed to the clothes strewn all over the lawn. "Just say
that you're there for a late night workout. Tell him you don't like to work
out during regular hours, 'cause you can't get guys to stop hitting on you.
And that's totally believable. You're just as hot as me, and Mickey won't have
to worry about the sexual harassment thing, if he decided to make a move,
since you don't work for him. He's totally cool."

"What if he doesn't make a move?"

"He will." Trish looked over at her friend's magnificent body. "He will."

"What about you?"

"I'll give Davey another visit."

"He's not recovered."

"Like the Rolling Stone said ... .I can "Make a dead man come ... " I think
Davey will be glad to see me. Besides, sometimes another workout is the best
thing to get rid of the type of soreness he's experiencing. In this case,
another sexual workout." Both girls started laughing again at the thought of
Davey gritting his teeth while swooning with pleasure.

Around 10:15 Sarah slipped into the side door of the gym. There were very few
lights on, just a few that might discourage thieves. There seemed to be no one
around. For environmental reasons as well as saving money, the air
conditioning was off and it was quite warm, actually stuffy, which was fine
with Sarah. She really didn't need to warm up a whole lot. A day's activity
and the hot temperature had her beautiful muscles ready to go. Grabbing a pair
of 50 lb. dumbbells, she sat down at an incline bench and cranked out fifteen
reps. Quickly re-racking them, she grabbed a couple of 75 pounders and sat
back down. Time to do a slow set. After thirteen reps, she was slowing down
even more. Closing her eyes to concentrate, she pushed four more and then as
she was starting to fail, she felt a pair of hands lightly touching her
elbows, spotting her. Two more and she was done.

She dropped the weights and opened her eyes, looking in the mirror, first at
her magnificent body, glistening in sweat, her arms and shoulders pumped from
her incline presses. Then her eyes moved up to a male figure, standing behind
her, somewhat in the shadows. "Are you a friend of Trish's?" The voice was
warm and friendly. The figure stepped out of the shadows. He was a nice
looking as Trish said.

"How'd you know I was Trish's friend?"

"You had a key. I'll bet I know why you're here."

"I just wanted to work out and I can't get here during the day."

"Oh, it isn't because if you work out during regular hours you'll be
constantly harassed by all the guys who can't resist you?" She blushed.

"That's probably why Trish needs to work out at night, but I ... .."

"How sweet. You don't even know how hot you are."

"Well, Trish keeps telling me I am, but I'm not as confident as her."

"I think you're beautiful. And you appear to be Trish's equal when it comes to
muscles, and, I assume, strength and fitness." Sarah blushed yet again,
looking down at the floor.

"Mickey? That's your name, isn't it?" He nodded. "Would you like to work out
together." She really wanted to ask him to wrestle right away, but she was way
too shy for something that forward, something Trish would have done. In fact,
though she was wearing her outfit from the morning, she didn't have her pink
wife-beater tied up under her beautiful ta-tas, and she didn't have her shorts
rolled down, so her hard detailed core was only showing a tiny bit. It was
curious that she had the courage to actually be there, but was being somewhat
modest. Somewhat. She still looked like a muscular wet dream.

"You haven't told me your name yet." This great looking guy, Sarah and Trish's
version of a wet dream himself, had such gentleness in his voice that he was
quickly putting her at ease.

"Sarah. My name's Sarah."

"Well, Sarah, it looks like you were doing a chest workout."

"Yeah, chest and back today, with some triceps thrown in, and always, abs."

"What's next?"

"Well, I just finished some inclines, don't you want to do some?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He seemed almost as shy as her. He went over and picked up
the 75 pounders that were still sitting on the floor by the bench. As he was
finishing his set and she spotted for him, it didn't go un-noticed by Sarah
that he had done less reps, something he was unaware of as he had come in to
the gym when she was midway through her set. So she knew that at the very
least, she had more stamina than Mickey, if not more strength.

"What next?"

"You're the gym owner, why don't you put me through the paces of your
workout?"

So they did his workout and Sarah kept up the whole way. Mickey was friendly
and kind and she could tell by his comments that he was not only cool that she
was his equal all the way through but that it actually excited him on those
exercises where she exceeded him, complimenting her profusely. The more nice
things he said, the more confidence she gained. At one point, he was hanging
in inversion boots, doing upside down crunches, when she decided to turn up
the heat, just a little. As Mickey unhooked himself from the boots, he noticed
that she had tied her pink tanktop under her breasts, exposing her beautiful
abs.

"Wow. I should have known that you'd have a great core to go with all you
other beautiful bodyparts. Sarah was gaining confidence by the second, and she
noticed that Mickey was starting to get a chub inside his shorts. Smiling
seductively and staring at Mickey, she rolled down her shorts."

"Oh, Sarah. You are amazing. I love your devil's horns. I could kiss them."

"Go ahead." She almost swooned as he bent down and kissed first on the left,
then the other side. Sarah as wondering if they were going to fall straight
into having sex. She definitely wanted to do that, but she wanted to pit her
strength against his in a physical confrontation as foreplay first. Suddenly,
she started to lose the confidence that had been building for the last hour.
And then Mickey stopped the kissing and licking and stood up.

In a clear sign that he was getting as turned on as she was, Mickey all but
whispered, "your turn to do the upside down crunches and then we finish with
some pull-ups." By the time her crunches were done, she was absolutely soaked
in sweat and had done quite a few more than Mickey. "You're incredible, Sarah
... ... Pull-ups, weighted." She helped him get the two 45 lb. pound plate
hooked to the strap and watched him crank out twenty good reps. He dropped to
the floor and a quick glance at Sarah confirmed to him that she was getting as
turned on as he was.

"My turn." She climbed up to the bar. As he prepared to put the belt on her,
"No, wait." Mickey looked up at her quizzically as she wrapped her legs around
his chest and started to do her pull-ups, leaving no doubt at this point, on
this exercise, who had the advantage. She only did eight, but she was pulling
up an extra hundred and seventy-five pounds, not a measly ninety. Finally, she
let him down, and dropped down to the floor in front of him, almost panting,
from exertion, from arousal. His chest was wet from where it had been
plastered against her womanhood.

Staring at his handsome face, she so wanted to ask him to wrestle when she
suddenly lost her confidence. They stood there frozen, just staring at each
other, the sexual tension as thick as the stifling air in the room. Finally,
Mickey took her hands in his. "Sarah, you are the most exciting woman I've
ever met."

"What about Trish?"

"I'm with you right now." Good answer. He hesitated. "I want to ask you
something, I hope you won't find it weird. You're the first woman I've ever
met who is at least my equal, actually, you just showed on the pull-ups and
the crunches, that you surpass me on some things ... ... would you, ... do you
... I'd love to wrestle with you. I'd love to make love to you ... .I hope you
don't think that's weird."

Sarah let go of his hands, reached out and peeled his sweat soaked t shirt
over his head. Then she crossed the room, turned and peeled off her shorts,
standing there in just her tied up wife-beater and matching pink thong. She
was also soaked in sweat and the dim lights reflected off her perfect body,
highlighting all the magnificent details of her pumped muscles. Mickey pulled
down his shorts and approached in his tidy-whiteys. She spoke. "We wrestle,
winner takes the loser in any way they choose."

"It was hard to believe how hard and how long they wrestled, considering they
had already had a grueling workout, (and unbeknownst to Mickey, Sarah had run
ten miles, kicked some wimpy ass and had a marathon girl love session with
Trish) but these were two supremely conditioned athletes. Finally, his
twenty-some pound advantage began to take its toll on Sarah, and though he
could not pin her, but she could not escape his final hold.

Sarah laid on her back, fully expecting Mickey to make her service him. She
felt her thong being pulled off, surprising and disappointing her that this
cool man was just going to enter her right away, sort of out of character for
this otherwise great guy. But to her surprise and delight, she felt, instead
of a cock, a tongue, a talented tongue. "But you won."

"And this is what I chose to do, at least for now." He was up on his knees and
as he plunged in with his tongue, Sarah immediately started writhing and
bucking. What she did next astonished Mickey. She brought her legs in close by
his knees and then with a tremendously powerful push, flipped him up into the
air, even as his face remained buried in her crotch. While he was airborne,
she spun herself in one direction , her back still on the floor and used her
legs and one arm to spin him as well. The move was similar to what Trish had
done earlier in the day. When he landed, they were in a mutually stimulating
sixty-nine position. She ripped his underpants off. He was big and thick, just
what she was hoping for.

"Wow, I can't believe you just did that. Were you holding back during the
wrestling?"

"A little."

"I think you would have beaten me if you weighed the same."

Again, in a shockingly powerful move, she flipped them over. They were still
face to genitals, but she was now on top. She sat up for a second and looking
over her shoulder at him, "Why don't we call it a draw?" They ate each other
out for what seemed like forever. Finally, Sarah sat up and turned around,
impaling herself on him as he reached up and kneaded her magnificent breasts.

After several satisfying orgasms, they finally rested for a minute. "I can't
believe that I came so many times and am still hard as a rock. It's because
you're such a goddess." Sarah was still swooning, and she was rubbing her
breasts with one hand. Her other arm was hanging at her side. It seemed odd to
Mickey. "Why is your arm hanging like that, Sarah?"

"It's sprained."

"It's sprained? You went through that grueling workout and that wild wrestling
match with a sprained arm?"

"Yeah."

"How'd you do those amazing pull-ups?"

"Well, when I got here tonight my arm felt mostly healed. I hurt it a couple
of weeks ago. But by the end of the workout, especially those pull-ups, it was
really aching."

"So you went through the entire wrestling match with it sore?"

"Yeah."

Mickey lay there for a moment, staring up at this awesome young woman. "You
would have beaten me if your arm was at full capacity, wouldn't you?"

"I think so." Even though they were both being very still at the moment,
Mickey suddenly erupted again, at the mere thought of how amazing Sarah was.
She could feel him spraying huge amount into her and started to squeeze and
release her pussy muscles causing Mickey's orgasm to get more and more
powerful instead of subsiding. Harder and harder she squeezed taking Mickey to
a sexual high more intense than anything he had ever felt before in his life.
As Mickey passed out, from the intensity, from the lack of blood in his brain
at this point, Sarah reached a new sexual height of her own, fueled by a new
awareness of just how incredible she actually was, overwhelmed by what she had
just done to this very fit and strong guy.