A Real Athlete  Part 5  
by Musclehead



Trish couldn't wait to get home (well, back to Sarah's where she was staying
for the summer) to compare notes with Sarah. When she found her, Sarah was out
by the pool, her arm back in the sling. "I guess I overdid it."

"Wrestling or fucking."

"Funny. No actually, we worked out, and then we wrestled. He was so cute, as
shy as I was, worrying if I was going to think he was some kind of pervert. He
had kissed and licked my devil's horns and I almost came right there. After he
did weighted pull-ups with ninety pounds, to show off, I wrapped my legs
around his chest and did eight pull-ups with him as my extra weight."

"You go girl."

"But that's when I re-injured my arm. I wrestled him the whole time with my
arm aching like crazy."

"Did he notice?"

"Not until the end. He had sort of won, but mostly because I was protecting my
arm. He was eating me out, which was nice, 'cause since he won, sort of, he
could have made me do what he wanted. Anyway, using my legs and one arm, I
flipped him up and around so we were sixty-nining. That's when he asked if I
had been holding back during the wrestling."

"What did you say?"

"I said, just a little. Then later, when I was sitting up, still impaled, and,
by the way, he's big and thick, very nice. Anyway, he noticed my arm hanging
down. That's when I told him that it was injured. He was amazed that I
wrestled the whole time with the aching arm. He assumed that I would have won
if my arm had been okay. I think the idea that I would have won with a good
arm excited him even more. He really likes muscle on girls."

"I know. We had a little contest today."

"Did you wrestle?"

"No. I told him that he should cultivate his relationship with you and that I
didn't want to get in the way. We were actually talking about his business
partner, Dylan, who I just met today. He's an asshole. Can you imagine being
part owner of a gym and not like muscles on a girl?"

"What happened?"

"He just said that I had too much muscle, and a few other rude comments.
Later, Mickey had said that Dylan could bench two-fifty, which quite frankly
isn't all that impressive since he weighs two-twenty-five. Anyway, Mickey and
I wound up having a little contest. Not benching. Incline benching with
dumbbells. At the end, I had not only beaten him, but I slammed up a couple of
hundred forty pounders which such force that he came in his shorts. Oh, yeah,
he likes female muscles. But, you know he also has nice muscles of his own,
not as strong as ours, but who does."

"But he's got something neither of us have."

"What?"

"I really nice big cock, and it stayed hard even after he fell asleep ...
..You said you didn't want to get in the way. What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, you're not as outgoing as me. It took you out of your comfort
zone to do what you did last night. I certainly wouldn't want to get in the
way after you made that effort."

"Look, girlfriend. He's a nice guy, he's got a good attitude about us hot
muscle-girls, he's got a big cock and a talented tongue. But I've got way more
allegiance to you than I do to him. He was pretty good competition wrestling,
certainly better than Paul or his friends, or even Davey, a lot better. Do you
want to wrestle him? And do you want that big cock inside of you?"

"Yeah."

"Then do it. Actually, I'll bet you don't have to even ask. He'll do that. He
did with me."

"I know"

"He told you?"

"It slipped out."

"Jeeze, what else did he say?"

"Well, I plied him for information. He thought you were awesome. Anyway, back
to Dylan. Mickey wants me to wrestle Dylan and trounce him because he's such
an asshole. When the opportunity arises, I'll be glad to do that. But I'm not
attracted to him like I am to Mickey, both his enlightened personality and his
muscular body.

"Trish, like I said, we share everything. What's mine is yours. Just don't
hurt him."

"I'll try not to. I'll save that for Dylan. I don't work again until Thursday.
That'll give him time to rest up from his encounter with you last night. I
want him to be at his peak. She picked up her cell phone and texted Mickey,
"Rest up and save your energy. You're gonna need it."

Trish liked to think of herself, and not without good reason, as a kind of
ultimate athlete, able to do anything physical, often mastering in hours what
it took less talented people years to do. Sarah was that way too, but she was
only recently discovering how superior she was to the average person,
something Trish had figured out five years ago. And another aspect of her
personality that went hand in hand with her extraordinary physical skills was
an awareness of her sexuality, a feral sexuality that went to the very core of
her being. She knew that she had an ability to make men go crazy with desire
for her, but also, she made herself go crazy at times, pondering how hot she
was. Because of this self-realization, she was constantly horny.

It wasn't like she was promiscuous in the usual sense. She wasn't slutty. No
it was more like, much the same way that running or swimming or climbing trees
or working out were physical things that she loved, that she needed to do
every day, she also needed a sexual workout on a daily basis. And of course
she loved to wrestle. It was almost that the two things were one in the same.
Wrestling and sex were full contact sports. And mixing the two was a natural
for her. It might also be said that she performed at an elite, world class
level when she was involved in either of her favorite "sports".

It was Tuesday morning. She wasn't working again until Thursday and wouldn't
have her little encounter with Mickey until pretty late on Thursday evening.
She knew that Davey needed some time off, Trish was just way too much for him
to engage in sexual activities with for more than two days in a row, and she
needed to fill a lot her time with physical activity. She figured that if she
and Sarah did something in a public place they would be bound to attract
attention. After they went on a morning run, Sarah suggested that they head to
the old quarry. It was good to have Sarah around, both for companionship but
also, since Trish didn't live in the area, only staying for the summer since
there were no jobs in the small town that she hailed from. Sarah would know
things to do and where to do them.

"It's a cool place, Trish. It was closed as a quarry almost fifty years ago.
About twenty years ago, it had filled with water, so they dredged it to make
sure there was not junk in the bottom. Then they built towers with all these
cool cable things and ropes. So you can swing out and drop into the water like
forty feet up in the air, or higher if you're strong enough, which I'm sure
you are, to get a higher arc. There's also a series of ropes that you can
swing from one to the other, Tarzan-like."

"That's cool. I've always liked to think of myself as a female Tarzan. Are
there trees to climb too? You know I love climbing."

"Yeah, and there's big lawn areas. Guys play football and Frisbee. There are
always lots of cute guys there. Some pretty well built ones sometimes. Just
wear your suit under cutoffs or whatever."

"By the way, how's your arm?"

"Better. I think I'll be okay. I know that swinging on ropes can put a lot of
stress on it, so I'll make sure I don't add a hundred seventy pounds when I do
it." Both girls had a good laugh before they went off to get ready.

Trish went up to the guest room, which was her room for the summer. When she
came back down to Sarah's room she was wearing a tiny suit that was made from
animal skin, real animal skin, barely covering her gravity defying breasts,
and the bottom had a small patch covering her pussy with claw marks on it. The
back was not a thong, but was a triangle that only covered half of her round,
muscular ass, and Trish knew it was still going to attract a lot of attention.
Sometimes, half covered is sexier than fully exposed, especially when it's as
muscular as Trish's. And with that indentation on the side half exposed, half
under the triangle, the effect was at once stunning, and as Trish already
knew, was going to stimulate a whole lot of boners.

"Oh, my God, Trish, you're so right, you are a female Tarzan. I'm swooning."

"Me too, baby. You're standing there with only your short cutoffs on and your
tits have never looked so magnificent. I've got a suit for you too." Going to
the quarry was going to have to wait. Sarah took two steps and leaped at
Trish, who caught her in mid air. The two of them engaged in some very active
and physical girl love for about an hour. Finally, they got themselves calmed
down enough to head out to the quarry. "I'm going to have to find some a
pretty awesome guy if I'm going to top the sexual high that you just gave me,
Babydoll," quipped Trish as they headed out. Both girls had short cutoffs on
over their suit bottoms, and tanktops, ribbed wifebeaters that hugged their
powerful upper bodies like a second skin.

As they went out the back door and by the pool, Sarah stopped for a second,
peeled off her top and dipped it into the pool, and then put it back on.
"Upping the ante."

"Oh, Sarah. You're really starting to get it. That's something I would have
done. I don't think you would have done that even a week ago. You're really
starting to understand that you're one of the hottest of God's creations on
the planet, and you should flaunt it whenever possible. I'm so proud of you,
and you just got me all excited all over again."

"Well, save it. Let's find some guys and exert our superiority in the most
over the top way today." Trish was so aroused by how Sarah was coming out of
her shell that she masturbated several times on the way to the quarry as Sarah
drove. Then she moved over and, pulling Sarah's cutoffs to the side, expertly
licked her pussy. Sarah's shorts were so tight it would have been impossible
to do except, luckily they were also extremely short. Sarah almost had an
accident as she reached her climax.

When they got to the quarry, it didn't take long for the two muscle-babes to
attract a lot of attention from just about everyone there, male and female
alike. As is so often the case when the envelope is pushed, reactions are very
mixed, to say the least, and these two babes redefined what it means to push
the envelope. They both oozed sexuality and extreme athleticism at the same
time, Trish especially, as her self confidence was unshakable. Sarah was
equally hot but she was a little shy, an endearing quality when contrasted to
her friend's smoldering personality.

There were guys who commented under their breaths that the girl's muscles were
ugly, even as they couldn't stop looking. Some were openly demonstrative of
their attraction to these two goddesses, and some, usually the jock types,
felt challenged, some felt threatened, some indignant that these two women
would deign to invade their rightful domain, that of being superior physically
to all women and most men. Even as they acknowledged the shapely muscles of
these two beauties, they were still sure that they were stronger and better
athletes. They had no idea how wrong they could be, as some would find out
before the day was over.

The reaction from the women there was decidedly mixed as well. Most were
young. After all this was a quarry, a place for activity, and most of the
girls were pretty active, except a few who were the girlfriends of some of the
jocks. Most of them just lounged around, sunbathing in their bikinis. These
types were so sure that they were the sexiest girls around, the envy of all
the others. They were none too pleased when the boyfriend's kept stealing
glances at Trish and Sarah. And they were still in their cutoffs and tanktops,
but still attracting all the attention.

Right away there were other women coming up to them to ask about their workout
routines. Several were obviously athletes themselves or had been in previous
years. Quite a few still worked out, but clearly none of them were in Trish
and Sarah's league, although it was equally clear that some of them wanted to
be. Mickey and Dylan were going to be very pleased that Trish would soon be
bringing several new personal training clients into the gym.

Although Trish overflowed with confidence, and Sarah, though more reserved,
was still quite sure of herself, and neither girl ever showed a trace of
arrogance or snootyness that some of the jock's girlfriends did. Sarah and
Trish were outgoing and friendly and were instantly a hit. Some of the people
there had vaguely remembered Sarah from High School, but they weren't sure,
since she hadn't shown off her muscles and hot body back then. Yes, she had
done gymnastics, but that was still a somewhat esoteric sport as far as the
main student body was concerned and due to her shyness, not many people knew
her back then. Well, as of today those days of anonymity were over.

While both girls were attracting lots of attention, Sarah's wifebeater was
still really soaked, emphasizing her amazing abs, not to mention her awesome
tits, as the wet ribbed fabric clung to her formidable torso. Trish was glad
to see her best friend getting the admiration and attention she so deserved.
When she saw a chance, she slipped away from the gathering group to go and
scope out some trees to climb. She wanted to keep her cutoffs on for the time
being, a little worried that when she stripped down to her animal skin bathing
suit, there would not be a moment's rest from the guys for the rest of the
day.

She walked over to a huge oak tree that looked inviting, knowing it would be
more of a challenge since the branches were more spread out, as opposed to a
maple that would be too easy to climb since the branching was relatively
close. And spruces, forget it. Way too easy. Almost like climbing a ladder.
Plus there was a lot of sap, which was really sticky and when you didn't have
a lot of clothes on, wasn't a lot of fun. The only time you might want to
climb a spruce was if you were racing to the top as fast as possible.

"Hey, Babe." Her reverie was broken. From peering up into the magnificent
canopy of the tree, she looked around to see where the male voice had come
from. She was somewhat annoyed, although she didn't show it. No total stranger
had the right to call her Babe. Yes, she was a total babe, but calling her
that was an earned privilege, not a right.

"Can I help you?" He was one of the jocks, one of the ones who thought he was
special. He looked alright in a merely above average sort of way. Certainly
nothing extraordinary. Some muscle, a former high school athlete possibly,
about five-ten and maybe a hundred and eighty pounds.

"Are you thinking of climbing that tree?"

"Yeah. Want to join me?"

"The first branch is pretty high up, at least nine feet. You want a hand up?"

"No need." She kicked off her flip-flops and backed away from the tree maybe
thirty feet. Smiling at the guy, "I'll meet you up there. Then she ran, very
fast towards the tree. About four or five feet from the trunk, she jumped and
put a leg out, connecting with the tree about three feet up with the bottom of
her foot as she threw her arms up. She flew up and out, but mostly up,
grabbing that first branch, and in one fluid powerful motion, pulled with her
amazing arms and propelled herself onto the next branch up.

Looking down from her perch, she called out to the guy. "Your turn. By the
way, what's your name?"

"Darren. What's yours?"

"Trish." He backed up and ran as fast as he could, not nearly as fast as
Trish, and failed to convert the forward motion into an upward motion. "Try
again. Use your arms more to throw yourself up as you connect with the tree."
He tried again. Another miserable failure.

"I think I see the problem. You're not as fast as me, and not as coordinated,
plus it doesn't look like your arms are as strong as mine." He was pissed and
embarrassed, but he didn't say anything. Valiantly, he tried one more time. No
luck. "It's okay Darren. I've done this before, plus it looks like I'm a
better athlete than you, or at least a better tree climber." She knew she was
pushing his buttons, But he had called her Babe, without permission, so if she
could instigate a confrontation, fine.

"You are not a better tree climber. Like you said, you've had practice doing
this trick to a high first branch. If I was up there already, I'd do just as
well as you with the actual climbing."

"I'll help you." She scampered back down to the first branch and wrapped her
legs around it. Then she lowered herself so she was hanging upside down,
holding on with those powerful legs. "Take my hands."

"This won't work."

"Just take them." He took her hands and with unbelievable strength, she pulled
him off the ground, up and up, until her arms were completely bent. "Take you
left hand and grab my right arm." He did as told, totally stunned that she was
holding him up at all, and now she was doing it with one arm. She reached up
with her now free hand, grabbed the branch and with strength that had to be
seen to be believed, pulled them both up and within reach of the branch.
Darren clumsily swung his feet up, and then with a final push from her on his
rump, he was in the tree. As he let go of her, she swung up, as graceful as he
was clumsy.

"Wow, you're really strong for a girl."

"For a girl? Could you have pulled me up the way I did you?"

"Yeah ... ... sure ... ... Yeah, I could have." Trish decided then and there
that this guy was in for the most humiliating afternoon of his life, but she
still did not show her irritation that this oh so inferior (to her) guy
couldn't except the awesomeness of either thing that she had done, getting
into the tree, and getting him into the tree.

"Hi up there." A very squeaky voice called down from below. "Can I climb with
you?" Trish and Darren looked down to see a girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen
looking up at them. She was wearing short cutoffs and sleeveless shirt. Her
face showed her young age, but her body was stunning. And she was sturdily
built, a prototype tomboy, short red hair, freckles. She looked to be about
five two, but probably weighed a good hundred and thirty pounds, all muscle.
She was a smaller version of Trish, who was immediately taken by this sprite.

"Sure," said Trish, just as Darren said no. "Of course you can, don't listen
to him. It's everybody's tree." She turned to Darren. "You just said that you
could pull me up like I did you. She's probably at least twenty pound less
than me. Here's your chance big man. Help her up, or don't you think you can
do it?"

"I ... .I can do it ... , I can."

Trish yelled down to the tomboy. "Darren here is going to help you up like I
did for him."

"No. Thanks anyway. I saw your awesome way to get into the tree. I want to try
that way."

"Okay. Do you understand about running as fast as you can and using a good
armswing when you jump?" Trish noted that the young girl's arms looked to be
as big as Darren's, and certainly more defined and harder.

"I'm a pretty good athlete, and a quick study." I'll bet you are, thought
Trish. "I think I got the idea," yelled the girl. As soon as she started
running towards the tree, Trish could to that she had had some gymnastics
experience, running as one would when doing a vault, and certainly faster than
Darren. With a bang of her foot against the tree and a swing of her muscular
arms, the young girl propelled herself up, catching the branch and swinging
herself up onto it, almost as good as Trish had done.

"Wow, that was great," exclaimed Trish.

"But I only got to the first branch. I didn't have enough momentum to carry me
to the second branch like you did."

"Yeah, but I've done this many times, and I don't remember how I did my first
time. Darren here couldn't do it at all." They both looked over a Darren with
big smiles on their faces. He glared at them then turned and started to climb.

The tomboy got up and got ready to climb, when she felt Trish's hand on her
arm. "Mmm, nice bicep."

"Thanks."

"What's your name?"

"Barbara. Call me Bobby."

"I'm Trish. He's Darren." Trish put a finger to her lips to signal for Bobby
not to say anything until Darren was a little farther away. Then she
whispered. "Let him get a head start. He's going to need it." They both
giggled quietly. After he was far enough away, Trish spoke again. "He's a
jerk. First, he called me Babe when he hadn't even met me yet. Then he said I
was pretty strong for a girl."

"You do look incredibly strong.

"So do you, little one. You obviously have great genetics. How old are you?"

"Fourteen. I'm gonna be in high school this fall"

"Wow. You're way ahead of what I was when I was your age. You don't have great
genetics. You have superior ones."

"Thanks. I wanna be like you when I get older."

"You're not too far off even now. What kind of workouts do you do?"

"I did gymnastics for a long time. But I'm too much of a free spirit for all
the discipline. I still do a lot of that stuff, but just on my own, I run, I
ride my bike and I climb trees and stuff like that, ya know, I'm just sort of
a Tomboy."

"Do you work with weights?"

"Some. I'm really strong. I've benched two-ten. I do dumbbell curls with
forty-five pounders.""

"You're amazing." Trish glanced up at Darren for a second. He looked down at
the two girls and motioned for them to start up. "He's a clumsy climber. How
advanced are you? Do you do releases?"

"Sure."

"Can you come down from the top of a tree, hands only?"

"No problem."

"Oh, Little Girlfriend, you are something else."

From above, "Come on you two, quit yappin'. Just like a couple of females,
always talking."

"Wait Trish, before we go," she reached out to stop Trish. "Wow, you talk
about nice bicep. Anyway, how much can you bench, I mean, you're so big
compared to me."

"Believe it or not, I don't do benching. Well, that's not exactly right. I do
inclines usually, which are harder. And I do dumbbells, which are also harder,
but give a better range of motion. I've done reps with two one-hundred and
fifty-five pound dumbbells, which is what I weigh. So I've double my weight
with dumbbells. I guess that make me pretty strong."

"I'll say. What do you think Darren up there can do?"

"I think you're stronger than him. And a much better athlete. Let's go
humiliate this guy." It took less than a minute for these two beautiful
athletes to catch up to their male companion. Their movements were at once
graceful and powerful, as if they had been born in the trees and this was
their natural habitat. Soon, they were past the guy who was not only seeing
his hopes of connecting with Trish fading fast, but was barely starting to
realize, in his own dim way, that these two girls were a whole lot better than
him at climbing trees.

Trish could see that Darren's mood had changed, but she hadn't wanted him to
be discouraged so fast so she decided that she needed to flirt some if she was
going to keep this dweeb from giving up too soon. She let Bobby lead the way,
the two of them having conspired to go up to a spot that was not so hard to
get to, for them at least, but as tree climbers who liked to be challenged,
they would take a more difficult way back down.

Eventually they were very high up in the tree. Darren was winded and scratched
up. As expected, the girls looked fresh as daisies. For once, Trish found
herself speechless, so amazed at Bobby's abilities. She wasn't as experienced
as Trish, but she was the most physically talented fourteen year old
imaginable. Now that they were all together high up in the canopy, Trish could
see that indeed Bobby's arms were bigger than Darren's, her short, powerful
legs as well.

Now it was time to put their little plan into effect. Trish led the way,
moving away from the middle of the tree, out onto a thick sturdy branch. A
rather nervous Darren asked what they were going to do. "I'll go first since
I'm clearly the most experienced." Amazingly, though it was an obviously true
comment, Darren bristled while Bobby nodded her head appreciatively. Stupid
male egos. These girls were so much better than him and he couldn't admit it.
Now his pig-headedness was going to lead him into trouble. Fast. Trish readied
herself, and then ... , letting go, she leaped out towards a branch that was
probably six feet away and about the same distance down, catching with her
powerful arms and coming to rest on another nearby branch. Darren gulped as
Bobby clapped with delight.

"Do you want to go next, Darren?" Bobby asked as she looked over at him,
surmising with a single glance that she was physically superior to him. It
wasn't even close.

"No ... ..No, you go next." She was giggling at his expense as she took off
with just as much confidence as her new role model and completed the move with
ease. As she settled in next to Trish, they decided that they needed to
scootch out a little farther to give the bigger Darren room to land. He was
clearly nervous, but he gathered himself, jumped, and ... ... he made it. The
girls congratulated him on his bravery and success. He made some stupid
comment about how it didn't take that much bravery to do something that two
girls had already done. Trish looked over at Bobby and winked. Time to up the
ante.

The next release move that Trish did was something that required a huge
strength to weight ratio, jumping out and descending almost ten feet before
grabbing the next branch with a sureness of her power, but she didn't stop
there, moving swiftly across to the next one then down to another one before
stopping to contemplate what to do next. This was not only an astounding feat
of strength and athleticism, but it required absolutely no fear. And
fearlessness was something young Bobby had in spades, taking off before Trish
was even done, forcing herself to be almost as improvisational as Trish had
been.

Now Darren? Fearless. Not so much. In fact, if he was nervous before, now he
was downright scared. He looked around for a different route out of the tree.
The girls watched from below with amusement. Finally, as it dawned on him that
there was no way out except to leap and hope, he looked down at the girls, who
were having quite an enjoyable time at his expense.

"Trapped?" called out Trish.

"You bitch."

"Now, now," she teasingly scolded.

"Why'd you do this to me?"

"Because you called me 'Babe' when you didn't even know me. And then, you said
I was strong for a girl."

"You are."

"I'm strong for a person. In fact I'm really strong for a person, and way more
athletic than you could hope to be in your wildest dreams. So I had to let
your stupid ego get you into the situation that you're in now. And then, to
have a fourteen year old girl show up who is also worlds ahead of you
athletically, well that was just icing on the cake. I'll bet you thought you
were a bigtime jock in high school. Well today, you met two females who can
clean your clock with ease. Bye. Bye."

The girls quickly finished descending the tree, picked up their flip-flops,
and as they jogged off, Darren started to yell for help. Trish told Bobby
about Sarah and they went off to find her. Trish wanted to know more about
Bobby and vice versa. They were both so taken with each other's physical
abilities, Trish seeing someone who at fourteen was even beyond what she was
at that age. And Bobby saw Trish as her new mentor, someone who could teach
her to be even more awesome than she already was. Bobby wanted to know how
Trish had learned to climb so well. "Believe it or not, I watch squirrels.
They are the best athletes. They can leap many times their body lengths, but
the way they use their momentum is the most amazing thing. How'd you get so
good?"

"By watching you."

Trish did a double take. "You mean this is your first time?"

"No. I'm a pretty advanced climber. I've been doing it since I was five. But
some of the things I did today was from watching you. I just catch on that
way. I don't mean to sound conceited or anything, but I'm such a natural
athlete that sometimes I can watch somebody doing something, and then when I
try it, I can do whatever it is pretty quickly. I know some guys hate it when
they've been doing something for years, and then I watch them, or they show me
how to do something and by the end of the day I'm doing it better than them."

"Not some guys. Almost all guys. It's funny though, most girls aren't like
that. Stupid guys. Stupid egos. Well, I think you're incredible, way past what
I was when I was your age. And look at me now."

"I haven't stopped looking. I want to be just like you when I grow up."

It didn't take long to find Sarah. She was over by the picnic tables surround
by a group of spectators. She hadn't yet had a chance to strip down to her
bathing suit. Sitting across the corner of the table from her was a guy who
looked to be at least thirty pounds heavier than her a reasonable well built.
He was her latest arm wrestling opponent, or should we say, victim. At the
moment, they seemed to be in a stalemate, but he was turning red from effort.
Sarah started talking to Trish as if she wasn't even paying attention to her
match.

"Hey Trish. Who's your new friend?"

"This is Bobby. Bobby, meet Sarah." She looked over at her best friend. "Have
you lost yet?"

"What do you think? By the way, let's go out to a fancy restaurant tonight."
She held up a fistful of twenty dollar bills. "Wow, Bobby, how'd you get so
buff? You look pretty young."

"I'm just a tomboy."

"Just a tomboy? Sarah, this is the most amazing fourteen year old on the
planet. We're getting ready to go in the water. How about you?"

"Yeah, give me a second." She looked over at her opponent, who had managed to
get Sarah three quarters of the way down while she wasn't paying attention.
"That'll be twenty bucks."

"We're not done yet," he managed to gasp out.

Bam. "Now we are." His arm had been slammed down to the table so hard it was a
blur. After she collected her twenty bucks, the girls went over to where they
had left their stuff. All eyes were on them. Trish and Sarah stripped down
simultaneously, both wearing those identical animal skin suits. There were
instant boners everywhere. How could two girls who were so hot, and so female
be so extraordinarily athletic, with so much muscle.

When Bobby saw the suits that her new role model and her friend were wearing,
she squealed with delight. "Wait till you see my suit." She dropped her
cutoffs at her feet and then stepped out of them, pulling her shirt over her
head. She was wearing a leopard skin bikini. But that was just the half of it.
Trish and Sarah had already seen her powerful arms and legs, her, but they
weren't prepared for the torso that was under that sleeveless t-shirt. Yes,
she had abs, and good definition, but that wasn't it. As young as she was, she
really had no breasts to speak of, but her pec development made her chest to
waist ratio very pronounced. Her shoulders were broad and she had that arch in
her back, that sway, when looked at from the side, curved from the lower part
of the torso, out then back in and then because of the pecs and the thickness
of her upper back, both out again in both directions, screaming power from top
to bottom, from bottom to top.

Everyone was breathless for a second or two. Finally, Bobby took off towards
the water. Trish looked over at Sarah with an astounded look on her face, then
took off, Sarah following quickly, three of the most perfect, muscular asses
in the world in full speed motion heading towards the water. A few guys gave
chase but the distance between the girls and them grew quickly.

Trish looked over to Sarah as they ran. "Isn't she amazing, Sarah? I want to
see what she's capable of doing next." It didn't take long. A minute later,
they got to the tower where the Tarzan vines started. Well, not really vines.
They were ropes, but the idea was the same, swing out on a rope and gracefully
move to the next. It's a lot harder than it looks. There is a trick. The
second rope needs to be moving also, so that a person would switch from one to
the next when both ropes meet at the apex of their arc.

Still, even doing it correctly requires tremendous arm strength. Sarah had
told Trish about the ropes, but something new had been added since the
previous summer. Next to the ladder, a climbing rope had been added. It was so
clean that it appeared that no one had used it yet. While the girls waited for
the guys to catch up, after all, these were probably the fittest of the guys
here at the quarry, and the girls relished showing off for guys who thought
they were the best of the best.

Sarah turned to one of the guys. "Hasn't this rope been used yet?"

"No one can do it. That's thirty-five feet. I can do about twenty to
twenty-five and I'm probably the best here." Trish looked over at the guy,
checking out his muscles. He didn't look to bad, pretty muscular, actually.
She was surprised that he couldn't do it with his physique. She was also
pleasantly surprised that he was willing to admit it. Maybe he has a good
attitude, she thought. Handsome, friendly face also. She smiled at him, and
turned toward the rope, ready to show him up.

But mighty mite Bobby had beaten her to the punch and was already ten feet up
the rope, using her arms only, and going ... ... .fast. She reached the top in
less than thirty seconds. "Wow," the handsome guy was the first to exclaim,
but everyone, Trish and Sarah included were amazed at what this young girl
could do.

Trish turned to the guy. "What's your name, handsome?"

"Frank. And you?"

"Trish. Wanna race to the top?"

"How are we gonna do that?"

"I'll climb the rope while you do the ladder."

"Really. I assume since you're making this challenge, you're pretty sure that
you'll win."

"I know I will."

"Very confident. I like that. I like your muscles too. I think women like you
are amazing. Sure, I'll race."

"And you won't mind when you lose."

"No. As long as you don't mind if I get aroused by how awesome you are."

"Let's go then." She gave Frank a big smile and then turned towards the rope.
"Bobby, give someone else a chance." Bobby was coming back down the rope with
her legs held straight out, one on each side of the rope. When she got to the
bottom, she repositioned her legs so they were both on one side.

"Watch this, Trish." She went back up, but this time with her legs so high
they were pointing towards the sky. That required her abs to be clenched as
hard as possible. Most people couldn't do this lying on the ground and if they
could do it, it would only be for a second or two. What Bobby was doing was
beyond comprehension. And she was going back up, just as fast as the first
time. When she got to the top Trish yelled for her to stay up there on the
platform.

Trish turned to Frank. "No I guess I'm gonna have to do that. Are you ready to
go?"

"Yup." Frank counted to three and off they went. Trish went up every bit as
fast as Bobby, as expected. Amazingly, they tied. Frank could not believe this
girl. He really didn't expect her to win, or even tie, and yet she did, with
her toes pointing towards the sky. His excitement was evident and Trish could
tell right away that his attitude towards women like herself and her friends
was a positive one. As she went over to congratulated him, her hand lightly
brushed his erection through his swimsuit.

In the meantime, a similar challenge was taking place on the ground with Sarah
and some other guy. When she beat him to the top, by quite a bit, his attitude
was not quite what one might have hoped. She continued to be friendly towards
him, but she had decided that if she could get him back to her house, she was
gonna kick his ass and then use him for some sexual satisfaction.

They spent a couple of hours doing the tarzan ropes, the girls showing up the
guys, rather easily at that. Frank was the only one of the guys who could do
it at all. When they finally had had enough, and headed back to the picnic
area, there was a fire truck with its ladder extended up into the tree where
the girls had been climbing and they were rescuing Darren. When he got down he
was embarrassed and pissed. He came stomping up to Trish, screaming at her.

"You fucking bitch, why'd you do that to me."

"I already told you, Dickhead. You called me Babe, plus I had to show you how
superior I am to you since you have some caveman attitudes about women."

"Fuck you!!"

They were standing about five feet apart, enough room for Bobby to step in
between them. "Don't talk to my friend like that."

"Shut up you little freak," Darren said as he pushed her. Big mistake. Trish
could see what was about to happen so she step back to watch. Bobby took one
quick step and jumped, high. Really high. Darren leaned forward as if he was
going to grab her. Another mistake. Quick as a wink, Bobby wrapped her arm
around his head and neck in a reverse headlock. No sooner had she secured the
hold when she torqued her powerful body sideways towards the side that had the
headlock, going over him, a stunning move, literally changing direction in
mid-air. As she flipped over his head and headed towards the ground she
brought him along with her. She landed on her back on the ground, with his
weight coming down on top of her, but she didn't even flinch, her core was so
solid, so highly developed.

And somewhere along the way, she had managed to wrap both her legs around one
of his. Pushing him to the side, she sat up with both holds still intact and
reached down and across his back, grabbing his other leg at the knee and then
working her hand down until she had secured his ankle. Bobby then lay back
down and with frightening power, pulled his leg backwards up towards his head.
Since his face was buried in the ground, his screams were muffled. Bobby
poured on the power, squeezing his head hard with her one arm, and his legs
with her unbelievably muscular ones while pulling back on the other one as
hard as she could, that arm so pumped it almost was looking as thick as the
leg she was pulling on.

After only ten seconds his screams stopped as well as his struggles. Bobby let
him go and his arms and legs flopped down, unmoving. She got up, turned him
over and spread his limbs out like he was about to be drawn and quartered.
Bobby came up to Trish, who was clearly flush from what she had just seen.
"How'd I do?"

"Word can't describe it."

"Sarah, did you like that?"

"Amazing is all I can say." Bobby went back to where Darren lay. He was
breathing, but very much out of it. Bobby backed up about ten feet away from
him, ran, jumping skywards above him, laying herself out in a back flip and
pulling her arms and legs back, leading with her rock solid torso as she came
slamming down on his not so hard body. Bouncing to her feet with a big smile
on her face, she stood straddling him with her hands on her hips as his prone
body convulsed and twitched below her.

"He shouldn't have talked like that to you. It's not your fault that he
couldn't keep up with us."

Trish came over and gave Bobby a big hug, and then she went behind her, put
her arms on Bobby's elbows and then lifted her up at full arm's length.
"Guy's, this is the future. Learn your lessons. No longer assume that you are
physically the stronger sex. Maybe sometimes, but as this very young lady has
shown, some of the really superior athletes among us are females."