A Real Athlete Part 6  
by Musclehead



Trish and Sarah made arrangements with Bobby to meet her parents soon. It
turns out they were both elite athletes when they were in their prime, he was
a wrestler and she was a tennis player. They had taught Bobby the importance
of good eating and exercise right from the beginning. But right now, Trish was
making arrangements with Sarah that she was heading off somewhere, who knows,
with Frank. "We'll go out to that fancy restaurant tomorrow. Frank will bring
me home later."

Sarah had continued to flirt with the guy that she had raced with, her up the
rope and him up the ladder. His name was Tom, and unlike Frank, he didn't take
it too well when she beat him. In fact he made excuses all afternoon as to why
the women were better than the guys at everything; they had practiced, they
knew some trick, etc., anything except admitting that they were stronger than
all the guys. She had invited Tom over to her house, telling him that Trish
was leaving with Frank and that there would be no one at the house but them.
If he knew what she had in store for him, because of his bad attitude, he
might not have gone with her. He had lagged behind at the Tarzan ropes and had
not seen how easily young Bobby had destroyed a much bigger Darren. That might
have clued him in that these girls were pretty formidable.

When they got back to the house, Tom noticed the mats spread out on the grass
near the pool. "What are these for?"

We originally got them for practicing gymnastics."

"You're a gymnast?"

"Yeah. Can't you tell?"

"I thought gymnasts were small."

"Well, the ones you see on TV, like in the Olympics and stuff, usually are,
because often, to do the moves with the kind of perfection the judges are
looking for requires a smaller body. I'm in college now. That's where I know
my friend, Trish, from. You know the girl who was there at the quarry. We're
on our college team. And we all still perform at a very elite level. That's
why we were able to do some of the stuff that none of you guys, even your
friend Frank, were able to do."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean that even though we're bigger than the Olympic gymnasts,
actually because we are bigger than the average gymnast, that's why we're so
much stronger than you guys."

"What? You think you're stronger than me?"

"Oh, yeah. I sure do."

"Well, you're not. You just know how to do tricks, that's all."

"Let me tell you something. You're not very enlightened about what female
athletes can do and how strong they can get these days. Your friend Frank
understands and he likes it, so he's probably going to have the sexual
experience of his life tonight. But not you, not with that attitude."

"Well, I think you look great, and I really want to fuck you, but you're not
stronger than me. I played football in high school."

"Look, female athletes are stronger and stronger these days. Gymnasts have
always been, pound for pound, among the strongest. And most of the ones in
college are about my size, Trish's size, about five-six and a hundred and
fifty-five pounds. Most of us have added weight lifting to our training. We're
all way stronger than the average man." Sarah could tell that Tom was getting
upset and that she could probably push him into some kind of confrontation.
She was getting very aroused at the prospect.

"I'm not average."

"To me you are. By the way, the mats are out there right now because Trish and
this guy were using them for wrestling the other day. She destroyed him just
like I'd do with you."

"You're really starting to piss me off. You'd never beat me in wrestling. I
also did some wrestling back in the day."

"Why don't you just leave. I thought maybe we could have sex. We'd wrestle and
the winner would decide what kind of sex we'd have. But I don't even want to
do that anymore, you're such an asshole. Besides, you'd probably be no
competition for me. I could beat two of you."

That did it. Tom ran at Sarah, plowing into her at full speed and knocked her
to the ground. "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, bitch, and then I'm gonna
shove my dick in your mouth."

Sarah pretended to be frightened as Tom grabbed her wrists and pinned them to
the ground on either side of her head and lay on top of her. She could feel
his cock growing as he overpowered her. He stared down at her with a look that
was at once angry and lascivious. Slowly, Sarah smiled at him, and then, so
quickly that he could not even react, she broke her arms free from his grasp
and captured his wrists. She laughed as Tom's expression changed from that
smirk to one of surprise, then she slowly but surely moved his arms out and
down and finally behind his back. He could do nothing to stop her.

In the space of ten seconds Sarah confirmed that at least her arms were
stronger than his, a lot stronger. "Stupid man. Look at my arms. They're
bigger than yours and they're hard and defined. It's hard for me to understand
how you could be so stupid as to think that yours would be stronger, just
because you're a man. Actually it's rather insulting. Every part of my body
has more muscle than yours. And you called me a bitch. Get ready for some
painful lessons, asshole."

"No, wait. I'm sorry. Please ... .Obviously you're stronger than me. You
proved your point."

"Too late." With that, she pulled his arms up high on his back, causing
tremendous pain, and then to make things worse, she started squeezing him in a
powerful bearhug. His cries of pain from his arms being tortured stopped
immediately. Even though his mouth was wide open, no sound came out because he
couldn't breathe. She wasn't even using all her vast reserves of strength
because she was concentrating on grapevining his legs. Once that lock was
secured, she let up long enough to allow Tom to suck in some much needed air.

"You're hurting me." Tears were beginning to flow down his face. Sarah
surprised herself that she had no sympathy for this guy.

"I told you I was going to." With startling speed and brute strength, she
spread her powerful legs, stretching his crotch farther than it was used to
going. She slid her arms down to the small of his back, and then started
squeezing again. "Tom, you're arms and legs are completely under my control.
You have no defenses against me, except your bodyweight on top of me. Now I'm
going to do a situp. It should be next to impossible to do. I have no
leverage, except pulling in on your lower back. But it pretty much has to be
just the power of my torso. You can try to push your bodyweight down against
me. When I complete my crunch, and I will complete my crunch, just think of
the pain you'll be in. Your arms will be caught, I'll be squeezing you,
stretching your crotch and torqueing your knees, while I'm bending you
backwards. Here we go."

Sarah slowly but surely sat up, bending Tom's back as she went, just like she
said she would. 'Noooooo. Ahhhhh!!!" To shut him up, she squeezed harder. Then
she slowly fell back down onto her back, still keeping the other holds intact.

"Oh, that was fun. Now I'm gonna do it fast."

"No. Please. Ahhhhh.!!!!"

Sarah could feel that even through all his pain, Tom's dick was hard as a
rock. She lay back down and then in one powerful motion, flipped them over.
She lifted him up a little and pulled his arms and hands down as far as they
could go, but still behind his back. When she let go, he could not free them
because they were under him, right where her bodyweight was. Sitting up,
causing her to bring her legs out farther still and causing another scream
from Tom, she smiled down at him as she removed her top.

"Tom, look at these tits. Look at how round they are. And they are so firm.
Even as big as they are, they stick straight out." She stopped talking for a
minute. She was getting so turned on by her own description of her world class
knockers that she decided to put on a show for him. She began to fondle them,
cupping their roundness, pinching her nipples as she grinded her pussy against
his erection. She came hugely, tensing her whole body, her thick, muscular
legs putting tremendous pressure on his as she climaxed, holding off his own
ejaculation because the pain in his legs was so great.

After she came down from her orgasm, she looked down at him again. "See what I
mean. Just think, if you weren't such an asshole, I might be using these
puppies to rub your face right now, or to tit fuck you. Can you imagine what
it would be like to be tit fucked by boobs this firm? Watch this." She wiggled
her upper body left then right, back and forth several times. "See, they're so
firm they hardly go anywhere even when I do that. I'd like to be able to suck
on my own nipples, but they're so firm I can't even get them up to my mouth
even though they're big enough."

As she cupped them some more, roughly rubbing the palms of her hands against
them, suddenly Tom erupted in a huge orgasm. Sarah looked down at Tom with an
angry look on her face. "No one said you could come. Now I'm really going to
have to hurt you." She got off him and walked over towards a lawn chair,
picking up her top as she went. When she got to the chair, she turned her back
on him and pulled her suit bottoms off. Tom figured his only chance was to
attack her from behind. She had counted on that, but she had not expected him
to recover as quickly as he did and attack her quite so soon.

Not that it mattered. He jumped on her back, the force knocking her to the
ground as he tucked his arms under hers and behind her neck, in a full nelson.
He landed with a thud on top of her. For most folks, it would have been a
painful landing, but Sarah's core was so well trained that landing on her hard
abs with him on top didn't bother her at all. Before Tom could press his
advantage, Sarah snaked her legs around his in a sort of backwards grapevine
and then straightening them, forcing his to bend in an awkward and painful way
as she started to put pressure on his arms by pulling hers in towards her
head.

It seemed almost comical, this big guy on top of a smaller woman with a full
nelson on her and her face being pushed into the ground and yet she was the
one gaining the advantage and from her underneath position, causing him a lot
of pain. With a sudden burst of power, she flipped them over, similarly to
what she had done before, but this time from a more difficult position. Now
Tom was on his back and she was on top of him facing upwards. She pulled her
arms downward, easily breaking his hold.

Before he could react, she disentangled her legs from his, jumped to her feet
and in one smooth motion rocketed into the air, back flipping and coming down
with tremendous force on him facing the other way, pulling her arms and legs
back and leading with her hard torso for the greatest impact, landing hard on
his softer body. Sarah sat up and grabbed one of his legs and jumped backwards
from her kneeling position, something almost impossible to do unless you're a
world class athlete.

When she landed on her knees above his head, she saw Tom doing that familiar
gasping, twitching and convulsing, tell-tale signs that he, like Paul a few
days before, had had the wind knocked out of him. She knew what to do. Jumping
forward, she planted her sweet bare pussy on his face and started to grind.
Still holding onto that leg, she grabbed it with her other hand also and used
it like a joystick as she had several intense orgasms at his expense, heaving
it left and right in and out. He was lucky she didn't break it, she was so out
of control with arousal.

Through her sexual fog, it dawned on her that she was acting more like Trish
than herself. And she realized that while Mickey had been better competition
when she wrestled him, she was getting way more aroused overwhelming this guy.
She didn't care that he was no competition for her, she was so much enjoying
re-arranging his outlook on life. Tom was flailing his arms and his free leg
with all his might trying to extricate himself from this sexual powerhouse as
she bounced her pussy up and down on his face with reckless abandon, but he
was getting nowhere.

Sarah was going beyond where she had ever been before. She could feel her
strength, already formidable, actually increasing as she descended further and
further into her sexual frenzy. At some point she became aware that Tom wasn't
fighting back so hard anymore. "No," she thought to herself, "I want him
fighting back. I want him fighting as if his life depended on it while I'm
going for yet another new sexual high. I don't know what's happening to me,
but I'm liking it."

Sarah got off Tom, backing up and watching through glazed eyes his feeble
attempts to recover. He was lying on the ground, twitching from pain and she
was standing about ten feet from him, not able to control her own kind of
involuntary twitches that her magnificent body was making as she ran her hands
up and down her abs, fondling her perfect breasts, sticking her finger in her
pussy and bringing herself off yet again as she waited for Tom to recover. He
was on his hands and knees at this point and when he straightened up, she
walked over and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips in a very
deliberate confrontational way. At least that's how he took it.

He was staring at her detailed torso, those ridges of abs pulsing in and out
with each deep breath, those devil's horns that seemed to be pointing down at
her beautiful pussy, her labia puffy from overstimulation as she stood there
writing with anticipation pondering what would happen next. Suddenly, he
lashed out, punching her in the stomach. Nothing happened. As he looked up at
her pretty face, now transformed into the visage of a wild sexual animal, she
reached out, grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into those hard
abs.

Instantly, Tom was back onto his hands and knees. Sarah reached down, put one
arm over his shoulder and down onto his chest while snaking the other one
through his legs. With a mighty heave and an unbelievable display of power,
she lifted him of the ground, twisted and slammed him back down with her on
top. She jumped to her feet grabbed him under his armpit with one hand, and
flung him across the mat. It occurred to her that she might not have been able
to do that earlier in this encounter. Indeed, she was getting stronger as she
became more worked up. This realization of her increased strength hit her so
hard that she had another orgasm just standing there looking at Tom's crumpled
up body.

Sarah was pleasantly surprised that in spite of the thrashing he was getting,
Tom was slowly getting to his feet and coming back for more. He was
surprisingly resilient and amazingly stupid. Resilient because he was really
getting the crap beaten out of him by this out of control powerful girl and he
was still getting up and coming back for more instead of begging for mercy.
And stupid, because he didn't seem to realize that he had no chance, no chance
at all. He didn't seem to understand that she climbed that rope back at the
quarry, arms only, faster than he could go up a ladder, it was because she was
incredibly strong. And she had been throwing him around now for half an hour
and he was thoroughly whipped. Sarah was covered in sweat, but it was from the
sexual fever that was enveloping her. Her energy hadn't waned at all, indeed,
it had increased.

She walked over towards him as he rolled onto his back and when she was about
five feet away, took off jumping high and pouncing on him yet again. She spent
the next couple of minutes twisting his body in ways it was not meant to go,
repeatedly shoving his face into her pussy and bringing herself off while she
had him tied in knots. He could do nothing to stop her. He couldn't even slow
her down. At one point she had his arms and legs completely tied up with just
one of her arms while she fondled her tits with her other hand, again pushing
her cunt down onto his nose. It was a slaughter, as one sided as it could
possibly get.

Eventually she let him up. "I'll give you half a chance. I'm gonna stand here
and close my eyes. Attack me in any way you like. See if you can take
advantage of that, wimpy boy."

Her mocking enraged Tom. He ran at her, actually crouching down and ramming
her with the top of his head. He managed to knock her onto her back, unmoving.
Thinking he had finally done some damage, he pressed his advantage. He quickly
took off his swim trunks, his cock springing to life. While still playing
possum, Sarah opened an eye just enough to get a glance of his big boy. "Large
enough," she thought to herself. "I'll let him mount me." Tom jumped on top of
her. Her pussy was well lubricated with girl goo and some of his lingering
saliva, so he was able to enter her with relative ease.

"I'd rather you were awake bitch, so I could be making you suck my dick
instead, but this will do." As he started pumping away, he took advantage and
fondled her beautiful tits. "Yeah, bitch, you were right. They are the firmest
tits I've ever felt."

Just when he was on the verge of coming, his moaning tipping her off, suddenly
his dick felt like it was enveloped in a vise. Quickly, a moan of pleasure
turned into a yelp of pain. He looked down at her face. She had opened her
eyes and was smiling at him. She grabbed his hands off her boobs. "Tom, do you
remember how my abs were so strong that I was able to bend you backwards
before, just by doing a situp? Oh, Tommy, it is so cool to see your face right
now. You look so scared. Watch this."

She let go of his arms. "Use them to try to get away." Wrapping her arms
around his head and neck she pulled his face into her boobs. "You like them so
much, here's a close-up view." As she forced his face into her cleavage, she
wrapped her legs around his waist, and then she started to lift her torso off
the mat, up and up until she was basically in a shoulder stand, holding his
entire hundred-eighty pounds up in the air. Tom was in a shitload of trouble.
His back was bent painfully backwards, his legs flailing uselessly in the air.
He couldn't get much air because his face was between her breasts, and she was
starting to squeeze his waist with her legs as she crushed his dick with her
powerful pussy muscles.

His ragged breathing was having the surprising effect of stimulating her
nipples as it escaped out the sides of his face. Her realization that what she
was doing, holding him up like that, something few people could ever do, was
further arousing her. His fists, smacking into her so ineffectually,
underscoring that he just could not hurt her, coupled with the pulsing of her
pussy, sent her into the most intense orgasm of an evening filled with intense
orgasms. It was probably the most unbelievable sexual moment of her life.

Her explosion went on for nearly two minutes. Tom was completely unconscious
at this point, a beaten and broken man, his life re-arranged by a nineteen
year old girl who's sexual strength was beyond measure. At some point, she
continued to bring her legs farther and farther up, only stopping when Tom's
spine could go no further. But his body was still bent so far that he would
wind up spending several weeks in the hospital.

It might have been even worse were it not for Trish and Frank arriving on the
scene and stopping her from possibly killing him. She was so out of control at
this point that as strong as Trish was, and with Franks help, they still
struggled to stop her. The normally unflappable Trish was stunned by the look
in her friend's eyes. It was as if some sort of Jekyll and Hyde transformation
had taken place. Even as Tom lay on the mat, clearly badly hurt, Sarah wanted
more. Trish was able to finally talk her down from her almost insane state of
lust, while Frank called 911.

They came up with a story about how they had found him on the side of the
road, obviously the victim of some sort of mugging, probably by several
people. "What if he tells them what really happened?" asked Sarah, finally
calmed down and feeling bad as to how much she had beaten him up.

"He won't," replied Frank. "He would never admit to anyone that a girl could
have done this to him.

Sarah went to the hospital a week or so later, to visit Tom and to apologize
for hurting him so bad. He cringed in fear when she walked in. Tom had his two
brothers visiting, whom he had confided in. In a quiet voice, Sarah reassured
him that she wasn't going to hurt him, reminding him that he was in traction
and that even if he was totally healthy, he wouldn't be able to defend himself
if she chose to do him harm. "Don't you agree?"

"Yes, you are my superior in every way."

"I think you've learned your lesson."

One of the brothers looked at Sarah, and then back to Tom. "This is the girl?"
Tom shook his head. "She doesn't look that lethal to me. He looked back at
Sarah as she took off her jacket revealing her amazing arms and shoulders in a
sleeveless t-shirt. The brother turned back to Tom. "What were you thinking?
Her arms look like they could snap you in half."

Sarah spoke again. "By the way, your dick was nice and big, maybe when you're
better, we'll do this again sometime." She paused for a minute. Then she
looked over at the brothers. "If he doesn't want to take me up on it, I'll be
glad to take on both of you at the same time." With that, she turned and left.
The nurses would have to clean up the rather large urine spot that had just
appeared on the sheets.