A Real Athlete  Pt. 7  
by Musclehead



As scared as Tom had proven to be of Sarah when she visited him in the
hospital, literally wetting his bed when she suggested a rematch, Sarah was
now scared of herself, the more she thought about that night. While she liked
the competition that a man of closer strength and skills might provide,
someone like Mickey, she had discovered that she absolutely loved taking on
assholes that needed attitude adjustments, even if they proved to be no
competition at all. The sexual gratification from rearranging Tom's outlook
was the most intense experience of any kind that she had ever had.

But she had put Tom in the hospital, his body bruised, every limb sprained,
his back especially badly. It was easy to convince the EMTs that he had been
mugged, probably by several people at once, so bad was the beating. Sarah knew
that what she did was wrong, but her loins ached to do it again. "What's
happening here?" she wondered out loud to her best friend. "You're the wild
one, a week ago I was so shy, you almost had to talk me into thrashing Paul,
and now all I can think about is finding the next jerk out there so I can do
it again."

"Maybe you're going to have to find guys who are a little closer to your
abilities, who also have bad attitudes, so they have a fighting chance. And
believe me, Mickey is an anomaly. Most of the jocks out there are self
centered assholes who have a hard time conceiving of women that can even
compete with them let alone be better athletes than they are."

"I guess that would be better. Or taking on more than one at a time. Tom has
two brothers. I jokingly said to them at the hospital, that if Tom didn't want
a rematch, I'd do both of them at once. I don't know if they thought I was
talking about sex or the wrestling."

"They are one in the same." After a quick laugh, both girls got quiet and
thoughtful for a few minutes.

Finally, "You know Trish. You're not fooling me that I'm your equal."

"What do you mean?"

"You've been trying, rather successfully at that, to bolster my
self-confidence. I do appreciate that. But I know that I can't do inclines
with hundred and fifty-five pound dumbbells."

"How'd you know about that?"

"I don't know where you were at the time. Out on the Tarzan ropes, I think.
Bobby was going on and on about you and how awesome you are. I think you have
a big fan there. She said that you had told her that. Anyway, you've been
fighting for years now. I've had a just a few matches, if you can call them
that, and I did well but you are way beyond me. I know that. You could make
the argument that I'm a natural and will catch you someday, but I'm not there
yet. Plus, girlfriend, I haven't forgotten gymnastics season. Your explosive
strength on flips and stuff was beyond belief."

"You've got explosive strength too. Every girl on the team did."

"Yeah, but you were the best. Admit it."

"Okay, okay. But I'm sure you'll catch me. You were frightening when Frank and
I found you with Tom. You were folding him in half, the wrong way. That takes
some formidable strength."

"I felt like my strength was increasing as I got more turned on. Have you ever
felt like that?"

"Oh, yeah, all the time. But it's not just a feeling, it's a reality."

"Maybe I could do those hundred and fifty-fives if I was in that kind of
state. Maybe if I had his face jammed into my crotch while I was on the
incline bench, I could do that." Both girls giggling at the thought, Sarah
continued, "You could probably do two-hundred pounders if you were crushing a
skull at the same time."

After several minutes of laughing like a couple of little girls, they finally
calmed down.

"Well, Sarah, yeah, I am somewhat ahead of you at the moment, but you are
amazing. Just keep at it. And keep in mind that that's the only advantage I
have, a head start. What does it matter anyway? By the way, did Bobby tell you
that she's benched two-ten? A fourteen year old girl doing that is beyond
belief, especially for her size."

"I was thinking about you wrestling Mickey. You know, he'll be better
completion than most, but in reality, he doesn't stand a chance against you.
Here's the problem. You're going to want to hold back, because he's one of the
good guys, and you're going to not want to hurt him. So, ... ..it's just not
going to be what you want. Kind-of a limbo. You can't cut loose for fear of
hurting him, and if you can't go all out, you're not going to feel fulfilled.
Know what I mean?"

"Yeah. I've been thinking about that."

"What about Frank?"

"You're kidding, right."

"Well ... ... "

"When we found you crushing Tom in your sexual embrace, he was pulling on your
arm with both of his, the one that had been sprained, to pull it off Tom's
head, and he couldn't budge it."

"Then why are you bothering?"

"He's a nice guy. He's got a nice body, even though he's not in our realm
strength-wise, but he does appreciate female muscles and athleticism. Unlike
Tom, Frank thought it was cool that I could go up the rope as fast as he went
up the ladder. I'll probably fuck him."

"But you won't wrestle him?"

"Nah."

"But, girlfriend, just a few minutes ago, you said that wrestling and sex were
the same thing." More giggling.

"You got me on that one, Babe. And, you know, it's no easier to hold back
during sex than it is wrestling. I'll have to warn him." Trish had a subdued
chuckle to herself. "Maybe I should get at tattoo on my side, right here on my
obliques. Kind of like a health warning on cigarette packages. Warning: If
used correctly this body could cause you harm."

"Girl, you are crazy. I like it though. Maybe I should get one too. Or like a
road sign, Warning: Dangerous Curves." After they settled down again, "You
haven't fucked yet?"

"No. we were coming back here to have sex when we encountered you just about
killing Tom. That was the end of our plans for the evening."

"Sorry about that."

"Oh, that's all right. But back to you. I know you feel bad about hurting Tom,
but he'll be alright . But if you like rearranging the outlooks of guys who
need some enlightening, you're either going to have to find tougher guys, or
find some way to bring your sexuality under control. But right now, let me
ramp your libido up for you." She pulled her long sleeved shirt that she used
as a nightgown over her head as Sarah did likewise. Soon two pairs of the most
beautiful firm tits were pressing against each other before Trish's slid their
way down Sarah's hard abs as her tongue found its way to Sarah's sweet vagina
and the licking began.

When Trish went back to work on Thursday, her plan was to stick around after
hours, the excuse being that she liked to work out when no one, no members
that is, would be around. Be Mickey would be. Maybe they would work out
together, then somehow steer things towards wrestling and the inevitable
wrestle-fucking. Unfortunately, Dylan stuck around also, kind of ruining the
plan, at least for the time being. Trish decided that this might be a good
time to show off. But not the usual, weight lifting sort of thing.

Trish wanted to do something that she knew that neither Mickey or Dylan could
do. She had been running to work every day wearing that fifty pound weighted
vest. In the short time that she had been wearing it, she had felt increases
in strength. A couple times when there was no one around when Trish tried
doing pull-ups with the vest on. Due to her amazing level of conditioning, she
was bound to make quantum leaps where others might make slow gains. By the
third time she tried it, she was back to her usual number that she had
previously done without the vest. And we're talking a lot of reps.

She had also done some handstand pushups wearing the vest, handstand pushups
without leaning against a wall. After that, she decided to order a
seventy-five pound vest which had not yet arrived. So tonight she told Mickey
that she was going to do some tumbling practice in the aerobics room where
there were thick mats. A little while later, he peeked his head in the door.
She had just finished warming up and was starting a tumbling run. She had on
white shorts, made of terry cloth, very tight and rolled down at the top,
along with a sports bra and the vest.

Mickey knew what the vest was, having seen them in trade journals and
equipment catalogs, etc., so he was absolutely blown away to see her complete
a double back flip with a layout at the end of her run. He just shook his head
in disbelief. "Man, there isn't anything that this girl can't do," he thought
to himself. "I wanna fuck her so bad. I'll bet she's even better than Sarah."

His reverie was broken by Dylan's nasty voice. "What's going on in here?"

"Oh, nothing. Well, actually something. Trish is doing gymnastic tumbling
wearing a fifty pound weight vest. It's absolutely amazing." She had heard
them talking and turned around to tumble in their direction. This time she
ended the sequence with a handless cartwheel with a twist.

"What's the big deal, girly gymnastic stuff. "I'm not impressed. Anyway, is
she paying to use the gym after hours?"

"She works here, Dylan. What's the matter with you? Employees can use the
facilities any time they want. That was one of the perks that you came up
with. I just think you don't like her."

"You're right. She was rude to me."

"You were rude to her first. Look, a whole lot of our regular members have
signed up for personal training with her because she's so inspirational. Both
men and women. She's the most gifted employee we've ever had, and she's
bringing in a lot of revenue, so why don't you just back off?"

"You're fucking her, is that it?"

"God, you're an asshole. Why don't you just stick to the bookkeeping and let
me manage the gym?" Dylan turned and stormed off. After he was gone, Trish
came over to Mickey as he gathered himself.

"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble."

"No, it's all right. He doesn't like you ... ... I can't believe what you were
doing out there. Those flips and stuff were incredible even without a twenty
pound weight vest."

"Fifty." Mickey's eye widened. "The shipping cost was more than the vest. I'm
afraid of those costs on the seventy-five pounder I have one order."

"You're incredible."

"Thanks. Do you really think so?"

"I think you're probably the best at anything you try."

"My Mom and Dad taught me to always try my best. I think they passed some good
genes on to me as well."

Mickey hesitated for a minute. So Trish felt she had to lead the way. She felt
that his shyness was endearing. "Mickey, do you have the hots for me?"

Looking at the floor, "Doesn't everybody?.....I've always been really
attracted to strong, athletic females. I think muscles add to the
attractiveness of the female body. Muscle make a female more curvy, and
tightness instead of loose flesh,..who could argue with that. And you. You're
the strongest, most athletic girl I've ever seen, and your muscles are soooo
hot."

"So you do have the hots for me."

"You are an outlier's outlier."

"Gee, you know what that word means. But you still haven't answered my
question."

"Trish, I came in my shorts when you pressed those hundred-forty pounders the
other day. Yes, I do have the hots for you in a huge way. I wish Dylan would
just get out of here. Actually I wish he'd get out of here permanently. If
only I had the funds to buy him out ... .. I'd love to wrestle against you.
I'd love to fuck you. I know you'd beat me, but I'd give you a good fight."

"But you know, after we wrestled you wouldn't be fucking me, I'd be fucking
you. And it wouldn't be just fucking, if you know what I mean." He looked at
her quizzically. "I really like oral sex also."

"I think that asshole in there in the office is just hanging around because he
knows we're attracted to each other. And he probably has the hots for you,
too. He just won't admit it, so he wants to ruin it for me."

"Oh, he definitely has the hots for me. Once again, I don't mean to sound
arrogant, but, you know, I've been through this so many times. Sometimes it
seems that the more they deny that they find me attractive, the more they
actually do."

"Nobody could find you more attractive than I do. I think about you all the
time. And you just upped the ante, doing something I'll bet no one else can
do. You know, the flips and stuff with that jacket. I want you so bad."

"I've got an idea. I'm gonna leave. I'll go run, several miles, with the vest
on."

"You can do that? That is just so amazing."

"I've been running to work every day with the vest on. Anyway, maybe that'll
use up some energy to make things more competitive. You should leave too. When
Dylan finally leaves, we'll meet in here, in this room, with the mats and all.
Since I don't have a car, I can scope the place out without being noticed, to
make sure he's gone. I'll text you when the coast is clear."

Trish left and as she took off running, she glanced down at her watch, 9:30.
Did she have time to run home and get her animal skin swimsuit, which she knew
would drive Mickey nuts? She had already gotten so used to the vest that she
was almost back to a six minute per mile pace over five miles, doing about
six-fifteens with the vest. Just over half an hour each way. Not enough time
to do that. She had something else in mind besides just wrestling with Mickey
and then fucking his brains out.

She had a six mile loop that she would sometimes do and when she got back,
Dylan's car was gone. She texted Mickey that the coast was clear. Then she
made another call, another rendezvous around eleven. When Mickey came back
into the aerobics room, once again he stared in disbelief. Trish had turned
the air conditioning off so it was hot in the room. Trish was in the middle of
the room, wearing her pink wifebeater and tiny panties, and that vest. She was
doing standing back flips, one after another.

He had no idea how many she had done before he arrived, but he watched her do
at least twenty. Thinking to himself that her earlier workout, a run, and now
this amazing display of not just strength and skill, but also of endurance, he
knew that her energy was limitless. She was gonna destroy him.

Trish finally stopped, and as she approached Mickey, took off the vest. Her
tight top clung to her sweat soaked body, further emphasizing her physical
perfection and further arousing Mickey. "You're shaking, Mickey."

"You just keep getting hotter and hotter. I want to ask you a favor."

"Yeah?"

"Don't hold back. I know that if you feel you have to hold back for fear of
hurting me, it won't be as much fun for you."

"Were you a fly on the wall when Sarah and I were talking about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing. But you just went up several more notches in my estimation."

"Look. I know that you'll beat me. You've already proven you're stronger, and
I can see that you never run out of energy. But, I am strong, for a man." She
laughed, then he laughed along. "Anyway, I can take some punishment. I want
you to use your high flying maneuvers if you want. I'm, not soft. I can take
it."

"Oh, Baby, you're on. Strip down to just your shorts. I know if you take them
off, your boner will be vulnerable. Wouldn't want to hurt that bad boy. It's
going to be needed later." She reached out and touched his dick. He jumped
like he had been hit with a bolt of electricity. She turned and walked several
feet away.

"God, your ass is so unbelievable." After she thanked him, he realized that he
had said that out loud, when he meant to just think it.

"Are you ready, Mickey?"

"Yeah. As ready as I'll ever be." He came in low and shot in, getting ahold of
her legs, immediately letting her know that he was quicker than any other guy
that she had wrestled. Not that it mattered. Trish leaned forward as Mickey
secured his hold. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she straightened up and
flung him, with so much force that his hold was broken. He flew half way
across the room and rolled a few more feet, coming to rest on his back just in
time to see Trish descending from an impossible height, one of those flying
bombs she had talked about.

He put up his legs to deflect her, but she just grabbed the soles of his feet
as she flew down, and did a one and a half flip right over them. Her response
to his attempted deflection was just as astounding in its quickness as her
throw had been in its power. She still managed to land with her torso coming
down hard on his, her legs spread to the sides some to get them out of the
way. After her landing, she straightened her arms, pushing her upper body up
off him, her triceps exploding in detail and size as she looked down at him.

To her pleasant surprise, he hadn't had the wind knocked out of him. He spoke
first. "That was incredible. How can I defend myself against you?"

"You can't. But I'm really happy that I didn't wipe you out with my first
move. You are tough after all. Most guys would be gasping for air right now.
Good job. Here's your first reward." She pulled her pink wifebeater off,
exposing those perfect tits, and started rubbing them in his face. Mickey
licked dutifully, and soon Trish shuddered with her first orgasm of many to
come.

After her breathing returned to normal, Mickey looked up at her pretty, flush
face. "Is that all you got?" She smiled, then jumped to her feet and went back
to the other side of the room.

"Come on big boy. I'm trying to figure out how to give you half a chance. I
let you make the first move before and it didn't work out that well for you,
did it."

"You mean your beautiful tits in my face? Yeah, that was awful." Mickey
decided that he needed to get even more aggressive. As he got close, he
grabbed one of her arms with both hands, turned and flipped her over his hip,
but as she landed hard, her other arm went behind his back, grabbed and using
momentum, continued the roll and Mickey found himself being thrown. Once
again, Mickey showed his toughness. He had landed hard, but seemed unhurt. But
for all his toughness, he wasn't quick enough.

As he lay on his stomach, starting to get up, he felt his legs being lifted,
and then Trish's shoulder on his thighs as she slid underneath him. She pushed
forward and reached up, cupping his chin with both hands. Trish rolled
backwards and Mickey went up into the air, upside down, his back arched the
wrong way. She was holding his entire body above her and crunching it in the
wrong direction with her arms only. Then, Trish planted her feet on the floor
and went into a wrestler's bridge and suddenly Mickey found his face being
ground into the mat.

His arms were free, and he was trying with all his might to pull her arms
apart and away from his chin, but that was not going to happen. Suddenly she
blasted off with her legs, flipping them backwards, Mickey's face enduring the
brunt of their combined weights. They wound up with Trish on her knees,
pulling back on his chin even more, scrunching his legs backwards and putting
tremendous pain on his lower back.

He screamed his submission, and she let go, his body flopping to the mat. He
didn't move for a second, and then, he groaned, "Is that all you got?"

Trish rolled onto her back and then immediately kipped up to a standing
position, not a big deal for such an extraordinary athlete, and besides, he
didn't see it anyway. He also didn't see her rip her tiny thong off, so now
she was completely naked. He was still lying on his stomach, recovering. That
was about to change. Trish reached down and ripped his shorts off, and then
cupped his chin again, pulling him to his knees. Mickey was trying to counter
her moves, but she was too fast and too strong. Pulling his head way back,
stepping forward and planting her sweet, clean-shaven pussy on his face.

Reaching down, around the outside of his arms, she grabbed his legs down at
the shins, and stood up, lifting him off the ground, then pulling up with arms
that were clearly stronger than his legs. Every move she made was designed to
bend and/or fold him with overwhelming brute strength. He had limited movement
of his forearms and hands and his efforts to free himself were completely
ineffective. His face was buried pretty deeply into her crotch and he was
gasping for air causing Trish to cry out in ecstasy as she came hard. Next,
she fell back onto her back, continuing to wiggle her tremendously powerful
hips and pelvis and sending her to a new sexual high.

The top of Mickey's head was touching the floor, he was once again bent the
wrong way and he was slowly losing consciousness. His dick was hard as a rock
sticking up in the air, and suddenly it erupted with a massive orgasm. She had
done it again. Just before he passed out, she let go of her unbelievable hold
and pushed him off to the side. On her knees, looking at another crumpled
body, certainly the strongest guy that she had ever gone up against, but still
no contest, she had another eruption before she could even bring a hand to
herself. She didn't need to. An overwhelming awareness of her own
extraordinary power was enough to send her over the top with no manual
stimulation.

Mickey had gotten to his knees. He looked over at this goddess. "Is that all
you got?"

"I'm afraid I'm gonna hurt you if we go on. I'm losing control. I like you.
You're one of the good guys and I don't want to hurt you."

"No. I wanna continue."

"Oh, Mickey, you're so great." She closed her eyes and leaned back, sticking a
finger in her pussy, leaving herself intentionally vulnerable, hoping he would
attack. He did not let her down. Jumping to his feet, he ran and jumped,
plowing into her and knocking her onto her back. Deluding himself into
thinking that he finally had an advantage, he kneeled between her legs,
grabbed her arms and slammed her hands to the mats on either side of her head.
Some-where in the back of his mind he knew she was letting him do this. There
was no way that he hurt her, or even stunned her, Trish was all but
indestructible and he knew it.

But he decided to press his advantage. He was hard as a rock, her pussy was
sopping wet. Soon he was fucking her with reckless abandon, pounding as hard
as he ever had, for the first time in his life not worried about hurting the
female underneath him. Trish was getting into it, letting Mickey have his way
for the moment. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, but she knew
that when she came it would not be good for him. She only knew of one person
who had a core that was strong enough to handle an orgasmic squeeze from her
legs, and that would be Sarah.

She planted her feet on the floor, bracing for an over the top orgasm, holding
back until Mickey was ready to erupt. And then, it occurred to her that little
Bobby probably could handle her squeezing around her waist as well. Knowing
that Bobby was already a physical phenomena at the tender age of fourteen, she
began to think about what Bobby would be like at nineteen. The thought was so
overwhelming that Trish could hold back no more.

As she exploded, she pushed off with her feet, going, once again, into a
wrestler's bridge as Mickey found himself holding on for dear life as she
writhed and twisted under him. And then, suddenly, she pushed off and flipped
them over, not to the side, but right over their heads. As hard as she had
tried not to, she was now losing control. Without even thinking about it, she
pulled her arms away from his grasp, grabbing his but pinning them to the
floor above his head instead of to the sides.

Lurching forward, she planted her glorious tits in his face, causing his body
to scrunch in some as she started to pound away with her pelvis like a human
jackhammer. This went on for fifteen minutes or so until at one point she was
pushing so hard on his arms above his head that for the first time he let out
a yelp of pain as his arms felt like they were being pulled out of their
sockets.

Under any other circumstances Trish would hardly have noticed, she was so used
to the fact that her overwhelming strength often caused cries of pain from her
sex partners, sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. But Mickey had been
through a lot of punishment already, without so much as a peep. He must really
be in pain. She stopped immediately, backed off and looked down him. Tears
were streaming down his cheeks and he was quietly whimpering.

"Oh, Mickey, I'm so sorry. I told you that I lose it."

He opened his eyes and got control of himself. "Is that all you got?"

"Oh, Baby. I'm just getting warmed up. You want more?" She uncoupled herself
from him and stood up, straddling his body, her arms hanging at her sides,
even in repose so awesome. Mickey gazed up at her, pondering the idea that he
had just had sex with possibly the most awesome woman on the planet.
Correction. Most awesome person on the planet.

"Yes, I want more." Gazing up at her, the animal magnetism, the frightening
strength, the overwhelming sexuality. He erupted again, such a powerful orgasm
that his stuff shot all the way up and hit her on her rock hard glutes. As she
laughed, her gaze traveled down his body toward that still twitching dick, but
stopped when she got to his lower abs.

"Mickey, your abs are all bruised. I'm so sorry. Maybe we better stop."

"No. I'm alright. Really." Just then there was a knock at the back door that
led to the alley. "Oh shit, Dylan's back. But why would he knock? Why would he
use the back door?""

"It's not him." He looked curiously up at her. "The cavalry has arrived." She
grabbed her thong to put it back on, then remembering that she had ripped it
off before, she tossed it aside. She pulled her wifebeater over her head as
she walked to the door. Mickey lay on the floor, trying to recoup some energy,
getting ready for whatever Trish had planned next.

As she opened the door, "Hi Frank."

"Hi, Baby. God, you look incredible. I never thought sweat could make a woman
look sexier. I never thought the hottest woman on the planet could become even
hotter." He was so focused on Trish that he hadn't even noticed Mickey lying
naked on the mats in the middle of the room. Suddenly she ripped his shirt
right off his body like it was tissue paper. He was wearing gymshorts like she
had told him to do, and in a second they were on the floor also. He kicked off
his shoes, reaching out and putting his hands on her arms as she did likewise.
"God, I wish I had biceps as good as yours. Are we finally gonna do it?"

"Yeah, but we're gonna wrestle first."

"I'm sure I don't have a chance."

"You don't." Smiling at him, she suddenly twisted and with a powerful heave,
tossed him several feet across the room where he landed right next to Mickey.
"But maybe two of you have a chance." Ever the good sport, Mickey reached out
his hand to shake Frank's.

"I'm Mickey."

"Frank."

"Okay guys. Enough chit chat." She stared at the two of them while she ripped
off her top, so soaked in sweat that she really had to peel it away from the
most perfectly muscled body and mind-blowing tits. It was the most erotic
vision imaginable. Now Mickey understood why she had even put it on in the
first place. "Let's go." They got to their feet, two good, strong, confident
athletes, but very wary of this female who was smaller than either of them,
but seemed so much larger. They both knew how formidable this she was and
neither had any delusions as the outcome. Both guys knew that they had never
seen a better all around athlete, both knew that she knew how to fight, had
limitless energy, and both knew that she was sooo fucking strong.

Looking them up and down, Trish decided that while Mickey looked to be a
little thicker in his upper body, Frank was fresher. As she moved towards
them, Frank and Mickey spread out, one on either side of her. She turned
towards Mickey and as he leaned in, she jumped and back flipped, her feet
catching him under his armpits, and taking him along with her. When she was
upside down in midair, she whipped her legs, sending him flying over her and
Frank as she latched onto Frank's waist. Completing her flip, actually only a
three quarter flip, Frank landed on his back with her on top, slamming him
down hard.

Her pussy was right at face level, so she sat up and spread her legs to the
sides, knees bent. She twisted slightly, craning her neck enough to see Mickey
scampering to his feet and coming back at her. Neither guy was hurt, something
that delighted Trish no end. She wanted a good match. Frank was so taken with
the awesomeness of her first move that he immediately start to lick and suck
on her pussy. As she started to really get into the oral servicing from Frank,
she looked away once again from Mickey, giving him the impression that she was
distracted enough that he could mount a successful sneak attack.

He grabbed her from behind getting her in a full nelson and trying to bull her
forwards, but she just tightened her powerful core muscles, stopping him cold.
So his next tactic was to wrap his legs around her waist and start squeezing.
His scissors had no impact whatsoever. A few seconds later, he felt her hands
around his wrists, and despite his best efforts, she pried his nelson apart,
and then moved his hands to her tits.

"You down there, lick faster, suck harder. And you back there, pinch my
nipples and try to squeeze a little harder with your legs." Soon Mickey's legs
began to tire and Trish wanted to do something else anyway. "Keep fondling my
tits, Mickey," she instructed as she pulled his legs apart with ease, to get
them out of the way, her arms showing amazing power, She re-grasped his wrists
to hold them in place on her breasts. Leaning forward she took Frank into her
mouth revealing yet another world class skill. Soon Frank's talented tongue
and Mickey's deft handling of her breasts had her on the edge.

She could feel that this next sexual explosion was going to be a doosey so she
reached back as she came up on her knees ever so slightly and shoved Frank's
face a little farther in so she could capture his head between her thighs. She
didn't want his mouth loosing contact. Mickey could sense that he was on top
of a sexual volcano that was about to erupt, so he clamped his legs against
her sides, knees bent. Then it happened. It was so powerful that she bounced
and flipped all over, in every direction, carry these two guys with her. Frank
exploded in her mouth and Mickey's huge cock which had been nestled in between
her muscular ass cheeks also came long and hard, but neither guy came as long
and as powerfully as this muscle goddess.

She always knew that her strength increased a lot, the more aroused she got,
but this was insane. She had gotten them into this position with her power,
flexibility and fighting skills, but now it was just pure frenzied sexual
strength that was carrying these guys along on her orgasmic ride as if they
weighed no more than small children. It went on for long enough that both guys
realized that if they didn't extricate themselves soon that her cascading
orgasms weren't going to stop and eventually one or both of them was gonna get
hurt.

In all the chaos, Mickey noticed that as each new wave of pleasure overtook
Trish, she let up ever so slightly on her grip on his wrists. The timing would
have to be perfect. It took every ounce of strength, but during one of those
pulses, he pulled his arms away and broke free. Pushing himself away, but
never taking his eyes off this force of nature, he sat and watched as she sat
up, and then went up on her knees, holding Frank upside down with just one arm
in the small of his back, the other reaching behind his head, shoving it into
her pussy with ever more force while continuing to work his dick, sucking like
a hungry baby.

Trish had either been having multiple orgasms, one on top of the next, or one
continuous one for more than fifteen minutes at this point, another testament
to her awesome stamina. And while Frank's first orgasm was one of the best of
his life, Trish was about to make that previous one look weak by comparison to
the next. His explosion was so intense that his whole body shook like he had
been hit with a stun gun. A few seconds later, his body went limp while Trish
continued to bounce up and down like she was on a trampoline. Eventually she
realized that he was no longer sucking and licking. She pushed him away,
turning, still on her knees, looking for Mickey.

When he entered her line of vision, what she did next was beyond belief, even
for her. Twisting in his direction, almost behind her, and pouncing, from her
knees more than five feet, she bowled him over before he could even react. She
was making a sound that almost seemed like a growl. Flattening him, she
planted her pussy on his face, already completely cover in saliva, her lips so
swollen from overstimulation that they looked like they would pop if you
touched them with a sharp object.

It had happened so fast that Mickey hadn't even had a chance to catch a
breath. At this point, he was really scared for his well being. She was lost
in her own world. Only one thing matter to her, sexual stimulation, and each
new peak needed to be more intense than the last. He was flailing his arms and
legs in panic and when she got them all locked up, he was sure he was going to
die. But somehow in her sex addled mind, she became dimly aware that he was in
trouble. She lifted off him and he desperately sucked in a huge gulp of air.

Sensing that she might not be able to stop, she rolled onto her back, holding
Mickey's completely tied up body over her, his face still where she wanted it.
In this position he could come up for air when he needed it. Mickey was
relieved but he was also overcome with the notion that he was a part of
something more over the top than he had ever imagined was possible. Frank had
revived at this point and looked over to see Trish on her back, her legs up in
the air and somewhat over her body, with Mickey's entire body tied up in those
powerful legs, his face in her pussy, but much of it still exposed from below.
He crawled over to them and started to get his tongue in there also. These two
studs knew that they were in the presence of someone who was operating at a
much higher plane of existence, strength-wise and sexuality-wise.

As Frank dove in, on his knees, he suddenly felt two hands grab ahold of the
back of his thighs and pulling in towards her body, and then as she rolled
back even more onto her upper back, he too became airborne. For the next five
minutes, Trish held about three-hundred and sixty pound above her as two
tongues dutifully licked her pussy. She wasn't coming, she was holding it off
as long as possible. When it finally happened, everything released all at
once. Two guys found themselves sailing through the air. When they came to
rest, they looked upon a whirling dervish flip and flop all over the room for
another two minutes.

When she finally stopped, she lay on her back, nothing moving except her
breasts rising and falling, her abs tightening and relaxing with each deep
breath. Finally, her breathing returned to normal. She looked over at the two
guys who were well aware they had been part of something awesome beyond their
wildest dreams. She spoke in a very quiet voice. "Thanks guys, that was nice."

NICE?

She spoke again. "Is that all you got?"