A Real Athlete  Pt. 8  
by Musclehead



There are females out there who have been fortunate enough to be blessed with
wonderful genetics, and from early in life had participated in the type of
activities that build strength, coordination, flexibility, pretty much all
aspects of physicality. And if some of those females might also have parents
who provided guidance as to proper nutrition and support in all those
activities coupled with a strong work ethic, it would only be natural that
many of these females would be equal to or even greatly exceed the abilities
of the average man, some even exceeding highly trained men when all the pieces
fell into place.

Trish and Sarah were two of these females, both so far beyond the average
person as to be considered another species altogether. Trish had known of her
uniqueness for quite a while and it had given her a self confidence that Sarah
was only now growing into. As such, Trish was absolutely fearless and forged
ahead with whatever life brought her knowing the she would ultimately prevail
no matter what.

A slew of men, even men who would be considered stronger and more capable than
average, knew that Trish was one of these women, and that Sarah was only a
step behind and would eventually catch up to Trish. And they knew that they
never would. Neither Mickey or Frank had a problem with that. They were so
enamored of Trish's superiority that they felt privileged when she took them
both on at once, first in physical combat which turned into a two on one
sexual experience of a lifetime. Rather, it should be said that it was a one
on two sexual encounter, Trish being fully in charge the whole time.

She was quite a bit stronger than either guy, though not both together. Still,
with her athleticism and fighting skills, she easily handled both at once. And
as their energy levels declined, Trish seemed more energetic by the minute,
and her strength increased as her arousal got more intense.

Sometimes, someone with a lot of quickness can beat someone who's stronger,
and sometimes the person is so strong that no amount of quickness can overcome
that advantage. But how do you stop a person who is both much faster and much
stronger? You don't, and Trish was just such a person. The guys couldn't stop
her, they couldn't even slow her down. One on one, either guy would have been
slaughtered, as Mickey had found out, and the two guys together didn't fair
much better. But they didn't mind because they both thought that she was the
most exciting woman in the world, and even though she had used them for her
feral pleasure, both guys felt that it had been the sexual experience of a
lifetime for them as well, and both couldn't wait for another chance, as soon
as they recovered.

Another such female, blessed with almost perfect genes, parents who gave good
guidance and imbued their daughter with a strong work ethic, was young Bobby.
The girls had met her at the quarry. She was fourteen years old and was going
to be a freshman in high school in the fall. At about five-two, she was a
hundred and thirty pounds of muscle. The ultimate tomboy, Trish readily
acknowledged that Bobby was ahead of what she had been at fourteen. After
Bobby easily overwhelmed Darren, a man who outweighed her by fifty pounds,
Trish and Sarah decided that they wanted to get to know his young phenomenon,
to take her under their wing, so to speak. Bobby invited them to meet her
parents. Her Mom had been an elite tennis player, and her Dad, a wrestler.

It had been a couple of weeks since that day at the quarry, but Trish was
thinking about Bobby on a regular basis. Even though Darren had thought of
himself as something of an athlete, he was quite mediocre by the girl's
standards. Still, it was astonishing how quickly and easily the small
powerhouse had turned him into a whimpering, pathetic little boy. It seemed
that Trish's thoughts were constantly wondering how Bobby would fare against
this guy or that, pretty sure that someone like Frank would have to be at the
top of his game to prevail against Bobby, even Mickey, who was very strong,
would be certainly stronger than Bobby, but she was quicker and a better
all-around athlete.

And even then, Trish figured that Mickey's days of being stronger than Bobby
were probably numbered. If Trish could help Bobby get stronger, that would be
so sweet. It was a hot sunny afternoon when Sarah and Trish were invited to
swim and barbeque. Davey (Sarah's brother) didn't have anything to do, so he
came along, which was alright with Bobby's parents, Mark and Jane. Bobby had
told the girls to wear their animal skin suits and that her Mom and Dad were
pretty hip people who didn't have a problem seeing a lot of skin, or a lot of
female muscle, as a matter of fact.

They had been told to just come around the back of the house when they
arrived, everyone would already be out by the pool. They introduced themselves
and though the girls were still wearing their shorts and tops, their strong,
athletic bodies were evident. Mark was every bit as well built as Mickey, to
the girl's pleasant surprise, considering he was in his mid-forties to
Mickey's mid-twenties. But Jane really surprised them when she pulled her
cover-up over her head. At forty-eight, she could enter any elite fitness
contest and be competitive with women half her age, and her suit was even more
daring than the girl's, a total thong showing off a round, muscular ass and
two triangles on top that left firm breast showing on all sides. The suit was
also almost see through, her erect nipples clearly erect. In short, she was
hot. Looking at this remarkable middle aged couple it was easy to see where
Bobby got those great genes from.

Off in the distance a pickup football game was going on and the girls watched
as Bobby, wearing short cutoffs and a swimsuit top, leaped high, right over a
much taller guy's back, intercepting the pass that was meant for him, before
running it back for a touchdown, breaking several tackles before turning on
the afterburners and outrunning her remaining opponents with blazing speed.
Every guy out there was quite a bit bigger than her, but none of them could
hold on as she powered her way past them, literally running one big guy over.

Trish looked over at Mark and Jane. "Boy, I'll tell you. That Bobby is
amazing. People have told me I'm the best all around athlete they've ever
seen, ... ."

Sarah interrupted, "She is."

Trish smiled at Sarah before continuing. "But that Bobby is beyond what I was
at her age."

"She is amazing, but that's not Bobby. That's her little sister, Karen." Just
then Bobby came out of the house, wearing her workout outfit of green shorts
and a pink training bra. Trish did a double take. First, to the Bobby then to
the girl trotting towards them from the field. She looked back at Bobby. "You
look even more amazing than the last time I saw you. You look bigger."

"Well, I've been eating even more clean than usual and working out like crazy,
'cause I wanted to impress you."

"You were already impressive, now you're even more so."

"Thanks. I've gained two pounds, but lost at least a percentage of bodyfat,
which means I probably gain almost four pounds of muscle. And I worked out
just before you came so I'd be really pumped. I did fifty pound dumbell curls
today."

As the girl got to them, she was the spitting image of Bobby except about five
feet even and probably ten pounds less, and no boobs yet, but just as hard as
Bobby, with more muscle than it seemed possible for someone so young. Bobby
introduced her. "This is Karen, she's thirteen. Pound for pound, I think she's
even stronger than me." Some of the guys who had been playing hobbled up to
the poolside patio, several scratches and bruises evident on the guys from the
other team, their asses dragging, except one guy, who had been on Karen's
team. He was quite well built, about the same as Mickey, except bigger, and
quite a bit younger. His name was Chris, Bobby and Karen's older brother.
Bobby looked over at her little sister. "Karen, you're going to have to go
easier on these guys." They started giggling like the young girls they were.

"Anyway," Bobby continued, "She's pretty amazing, she'll catch up to me
size-wise, I guess, even though I already had boobs when I was her age, so
maybe not."

"Take that back," Karen glared at her sister, feigning anger.

"Make me." A second later, the two mighty mite sisters were going at it hard,
wrestling intensely but obviously not too seriously, considering they were
laughing and giggling the whole time. Soon, Bobby had Karen under control, but
one thing was obvious to both Trish and Sarah. Little Karen, a thirteen year
old girl who hadn't even started becoming a woman yet, would also have easily
kicked Darren's ass. When it ended, Bobby helped her sister to her feet and
they hugged.

Sarah, who was thinking the same thing as Trish regarding Bobby's younger
sister, finally had something to say. "You two seem to have an intense rivalry
and yet still get along really well."

"Well, Karen's about the only one I know who can even come close to keeping up
with me. I mean, ya know, in our age group, plus Chris. I'm sure you two.

Bobby continued, "But I also have to be nice to Karen, 'cause even though
she's smaller than me, I have the feeling that once she hits the pubes and
gets bigger, she might be able to kick my ass, she's so close already."

Chris talked for the first time. "She can already whoop every guy here except
me. Some of the smaller ones, who are still bigger than her, well, I've seen
her take on Bill and Jeremy over there," he gestured with his hand towards two
of the banged up guys, "and they really didn't have a chance."

"Come on, Bill, Jer, let's give them a demonstration right now," Karen rubbed
her hands together as she spoke.

"No way," both guys spoke at once, clearly scared of the prospect.

Sarah looked over at her brother, who just stood there with his mouth open,
dumbfounded. He knew that there were lots of strong females around, and he
loved it. But he had assumed that his sister and especially Trish were
exceptional even among other female athletes. Now there were two girls
standing here, one in the full bloom of puberty, and one who hadn't gotten
there yet, and they were both already so physically developed as to be hard to
conceive. And their mom was a mid-forties woman who looked like she could eat
his lunch, and at the moment she was staring at his lean, muscular swimmer's
body looking like she wanted to eat him.

Davey was sort of leaning against a wall and Jane siddled up to him, rubbing
up against him, pushing her firm tits into him, into his midsection, since he
was several inches taller. "I'll bet I could take you, tall boy, what do you
think?" She could feel his erection growing against her hard stomach. He
gulped, and looked over at Mark, who was smiling broadly, not seeming to mind
at all that his wife was overtly coming on to another man, right in front of
him.

"Don't worry about it Davey. My wife does what she wants, but of course, after
we send the girls to bed, we don't want to be bad influences. But we are free
spirits around here."

He was brought out of his trance when Bobby shouted to her Mom and Dad, "He
guys, wait to you see the girl's suits. Come on Trish and Sarah, show us your
stuff." The girls took of the shorts and tops, and sort of danced around in
their animal skin suits to the delight of everyone.

"Wow, I wanna be like you two when I get older," gushed Karen.

"I told you, sis."

"Well you guys are off to a great head start, ahead of what either Sarah or I
were at your ages."

Mark wanted to know, "Is it true that you can bench 2 hundred and fifty-five
pound dumbbells?"

"Was Bobby bragging about me?"

"Dad was a top level collegiate wrestler, but you're stronger than he ever
was, and Sarah said you're an awesome wrestler. I'll bet you could beat Dad."

Trish, who was always up for a challenge, suddenly felt awkward, she wasn't
sure why. Maybe all the people hanging around, she didn't know. "Maybe later.
Why don't you show me your gym?"

In the meantime, though she'd been kinda quiet, letting Trish do most of the
talking, as usual, Sarah was feeling rather that she'd like to be the one to
do some wrestling. But not with Mark. She had been mulling it over in her
mind. The way she had it figured, knowing that Bobby was an awesome fighter,
not just for her size and age, but an awesome fighter, period. She had
destroyed a hundred and eighty pound man in mere seconds. Grant it, he was not
in their class, but he was stronger and fitter than average. And Karen had
given Bobby a good fight.

In the meantime, she followed the two young girls along with Trish, and Chris
and Mark into the basement door that was at ground level in the back, as all
the other kids who had been playing football had all wandered off back to
their homes around the neighborhood. She marveled at how thick Bobby was for
only being fourteen.

As they were following the girls in, Trish asked Karen if she worked with
weights. "No, Dad won't let me, so I do just bodyweight exercise, plus, ya
know, playing sports and climbing trees, stuff like that."

Mark interjected, "She's too young for weight training, since she hasn't hit
puberty yet. It could impede joint and bone strength."

"Daddy's being overprotective. All the stuff I've done, I'm sure my bones and
joints are strong enough." The girls started giggling again.

"Okay, girls. What's up?"

"Promise you won't get mad, Daddy?" He looked at his daughters askance, but
they knew that they had him wrapped around their little fingers. They stared
giggling again.

"Well, Daddy, I don't use the weights, but one afternoon last week, when Bobby
was working out, I tried a bench press."

"And?"

"One-ninety. Pretty good for a thirteen year old girls, don't ya think?"

"Jeese, I'll say. That's what I do." Davey's first words the whole time, other
than hello. Jane looked over at him and smiled. Bobby had a sudden idea that
she would put into motion soon. She had hoped that Davey hadn't heard her say
that she was doing curls with fifty pound dumbells.

Bobby told Karen to show them some of her exercises, holding back herself, not
wanting to give anything away regarding her little plan.

Karen got a medicine ball and went into the middle of the room. She started
doing pushups with her hands on the ball, blasting up so fast from the down
position that her hands were almost coming off the ball. The she switched to
having one hand on the ball and the other on the floor, doing a pushup, then
rolling the ball to the other side and switching hands. She was doing these
fast. They're very difficult, most people that even try it, getting to maybe
twenty. Karen did forty and stopped, but obviously could have gone on.

Trish and Sarah were just as amazed with this little dynamo as they were with
her older sister. "What else you got, little wonder?" She dropped back down
and started cranking out perfect one arm pushups, then followed with some
clapping pushups. Everyone was amazed, of course Mark and Jane knew what she
was capable of, and Bobby and Chris knew that their little sister was destined
to possibly exceed them someday.

After a while they went back out to the pool and the girls decided to have a
diving contest. There were some pretty amazing dives. Everyone was astounded
at how high Trish bounced off the board. Bobby had changed into her leopard
skin bikini and Davey scolded himself for finding the muscle-girl so
attractive, reminding himself that she was only fourteen years old, very
underage. Besides, every time he looked over at Jane, she was checking him
out, and she was easily the hottest mature woman he had ever seen. It seemed
like she was determined to have him, and he figured that she would probably be
awesome in the sack with her great body, high level of conditioning and years
of experience.

And then it happened. Out of the blue, Bobby said out to the group that she
wanted to wrestle with Davey. "No, no, I don't want to do this." But his
sister and sometime fuck-buddy, Trish decided that they wanted to see this
little match.

Trish whispered, "Davey, you wrestle her, or later it'll be you and me, and
you know I can put you in the hospital without breaking a sweat if I want to.
You know that I could break you dick with my pussy. Now go wrestle with little
Bobby."

The group gathered round to watch. Davey was a well built guy, certainly
stronger than average, and with more muscle than Darren and he had wrestled
many times with Sarah. He never had a chance against Sarah, but at least he
had some experience. Surely he would fare better than Darren had back at the
quarry. The two opponents stood facing each other. He had fifty pounds and
eight or nine inches on her, but she looked way more formidable and she exuded
confidence. Davey, less so.

Davey made the first move, reaching out with a long arm. That was all it took.
Bobby grabbed his hand with both of hers, jumped towards him and wrapped both
legs around his arm, a flying armbar. But she didn't stop there. Using her
momentum, she torqued her body, twisting it under then in towards his back,
taking his arm along, then as she pulled his arm behind his back, all in
mid-air, she managed to lock her ankles around his other arm from behind his
back as she pushed in towards his body, causing him to fall forward. She had
let go of his wrist since she had both of his arms locked securely behind him
in her short, powerful legs. Before he had even hit the ground, she had again
twisted to the other direction, grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs up and
backwards.

The whole astounding move had taken less than three seconds. The unbelievable
Bobby had utterly overwhelmed another much bigger guy with authority,
frightening strength and blazing speed. She turned her body back in towards
his shoulders, pulling his legs up even farther, causing him to cry out in
pain. But she wasn't done. She pushed down on his feet until they were
touching his back, then, quick as lightning lifted her leg, tucked his feet
under them, then put the leg back down. He was completely locked up and now
she had her arms free. She lay back and started to squeeze with her legs as
she put her hands on the ground above her head, arched her back and bridged,
putting as much downward pressure as possible.

Davey screamed out his submission, and ever the good sport, Bobby let him go
immediately. It was a demonstration worthy of the best professional MMA
competitor. She bounced to her feet, jumping up and down with delight as Davey
lay there, more humiliated than he had ever been wrestling with his sister.
After all, Sarah was a lot older than Bobby and was a lot closer to him in
size. Trish was almost swooning, well aware that if Bobby kept going and
growing, which she surely would, by the time she was as old as her and Sarah,
she would be truly frightening, almost invincible.

"How did you learn to do that?"

"My Dad taught me to wrestle. We started when I was seven."

"I never taught you a move like that, little girl. We did strictly collegiate
style wrestling."

"Daddy, I totally improvised that move. I saw a woman, Michelle Waterson I
think, on you-tube do the first part, a flying armbar. But I got much higher
in the air than she did, so I had more options, and I made up the rest of the
move."

"That's amazing. You were so fast. How do you do it?"

"I don't know. It just seems like everything around me is going in slow
motion. As soon as he reached his arm out, I sort of saw my whole move laid
out in front of me. Plus, he may be big and strong. Did you say he's a college
swimmer?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm stronger than him. Quite a bit, as a matter of
fact." She went over to Davey, who was now sitting up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. What happened? One second I'm reaching out and the next instant I'm
face down getting all four limbs twisted at once. You beat me worse than Sarah
ever did."

"Sorry. I'm sure Sarah is stronger than me, but I'm really fast. I feel a
little like a bully right now. I knew I'd be faster than you, but when you
said that you benched the same as my little sister, I knew I was stronger,
too. It was really unfair right from the start."

"Why? How much can you bench?"

"Well, when I met Trish and Sarah a few weeks ago, I had benched two-ten. But
after Trish told me how strong she was, I got inspired. I've been eating
almost nothing but protein the last few weeks, and working on my benching. I
did two-thirty yesterday for 4 reps, a hundred pounds more I weigh. My goal is
to double my bodyweight by the time wrestling season starts.

"Wrestling season?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah. You know, we're home schooled so hardly anyone knows about us. But the
law says that you can be home schooled but still do sports at the local high
school. Our plan is to have Chris try out for the wrestling team, and we know
that the very first time they see him in action, they'll know they he'll win
the state championship for the team. Then he'll say that he won't wrestle
unless I can also. If that ploy works, after they see me, they'll know they
have two future state champs. And I bet we'll both go through the entire
season winning every match by a pin, in the first round if we feel like it."

"Wow, you're pretty cocky."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be. Just confident. Do you know any high schooler who
can double their bodyweight and also be as fast as I am? Plus, Dad's been
teaching us the skills since we were very young. I think that that's kind of a
triple threat."

Sarah spoke up. "Chris, are you as good as your sister?" She was getting hot
just thinking about it.

"I guess I am. Maybe not quite as quick as her, but quicker than any other
hundred and ninety-five pounder I know, and I can already double my weight on
the bench."

"Wow. That would make you even stronger than Trish here. I mean overall. She's
still the strongest person I've ever seen, pound for pound, and I'm right
behind her." Sarah was determined that she was going to be in physical
contact, some kind, somehow, some way, before this day was over.

"I wanna wrestle you, Trish. Right now."

"Oh, Bobby, you are really incredible but I have quite a size advantage over
you."

"So did Dave here. It didn't help him."

"Well, no offense to Davey, but he's a swimmer, not a fighter, and you already
knew that you were stronger than him." She looked over at Dave. "No offense,
baby."

"None taken. I know you're right and you know that I think all you girls are
fantastic."

"Anyway, Bobby, you might have a slight edge on me quickness-wise, and
certainly skill-wise. I just sort of improvise too and it's always been enough
to beat anyone I've ever met. And I am stronger than you, quite a bit, still.
I'm sure you'll catch me someday, but you're not there yet."

"I wanna try."

"I'm pretty much incapable of holding back. You might get hurt."

"I can't be hurt. I might not be as strong as you, but I'm indestructible.
Chris, would you be so kind as to help me demonstrate?"

"Sure."

"We've been doing this thing to help toughen us up," she explained as she lay
down on the ground on her back, spreading her arms and legs out. Chris came
towards her, jumped high in the air and came down on her, his arms and legs
pulled back, leading with his powerful torso, slamming down on top of her. He
jumped back to his feet and Bobby kipped up to hers, completely un-phased by a
move that would have done quite a bit of harm to most.

Everyone stood, mouths agape, even her father and mother. Karen seemed to be
the only who knew that her sister was so well conditioned to be able to take
that kind of punishment. "I can take that too, not from Chris, but from
Bobby."

Finally, Trish got her breath. "Okay Bobby, you're on."

"I don't want you to hold back at all, Trish. You're my new hero and I know
you'll beat me, I just want to see how well I'll do, okay?" Trish moved out to
the spot where Bobby had beaten Davey, as he moved out of the way. An
unbelievably intense match was about to get underway, a five seven, hundred
and fifty-five pound muscle goddess capable of taking on tow or even three men
at a time, as Mickey and Frank knew all too well, as Paul's friends had found
out weeks ago in the woods near the lake. She was going up against a fourteen
year old, short, powerful bundle of muscle that was so far beyond her years
that there was no one her size, male or female, who could compare.

But the match was lopsided, to say the least. Bobby tried the same opening
move on Trish that she had done to Davey, testing the waters, seeing if her
speed could overcome Trish's power. It was not to be. As she wrapped her legs
around Trish's arm, Trish quickly fell backwards, whipping her arm up and back
as she fell, slamming Bobby's sturdy body onto the ground behind her with
stunning force. The move did not hurt Bobby, but it rendered a move that had
incapacitated Davey in three seconds totally ineffectual, and causing Bobby to
lose hold of the flying armbar.

Both girls instantly back on their feet, crouching, watching for an opening,
Trish teased, "Did you think that would work on me, little girl?" Again, Bobby
thought that Trish's talking would provide an opening for her. She was so fast
that all she needed would be a half a second of distraction. Maybe against
anyone else, Bobby could be in total control that quickly, but Trish was not
just anyone. Bobby leaped high as Trish spoke, really high, her entire body
above Trish's head as she rained down on her. Trish caught her just before she
hit, her arms going from down at her sides to reaching above her in an
instant, grabbing Bobby on either side of her powerful midsection, then
pressing Bobby over her head to full arm's length with ease.

For only a few seconds, Bobby was at a loss for what to do, but reacting
quickly, she swung her legs down and wrapped them around Trish's chest, and
started to squeeze. And what a squeeze it was, certainly enough to collapse
the ribs of a lesser mortal, but Trish hardly seemed to notice. Suddenly,
Trish pushed Bobby's body away with explosive force, causing her to fall
backwards, even as her legs held fast. As her body fell, she started to
tighten her magnificent core muscles to stop the backwards swing, but it was
too late.

Trish was already jumping into the air, high and forward, slamming Bobby down
on her stomach, with Trish on top, enough to at the very least knock the wind
out of anyone else, except Sarah, ... .. and Bobby. In fact, it could be
argued that Trish slammed Bobby down hard enough to break ribs, but the only
thing it did was cause Bobby to lose her the hold that her legs had around
Trish's chest. Now it was Trish's turn to take advantage of an opportunity.
Now it was time to show that all it took was a nanosecond for her to make a
move.

Wrapping one of her arms under one of Bobby's arms, across her chest and her
hand grabbing the bicep of the other arm, she reached down and grabbed an
ankle, then pulled inwards, putting Bobby into what could only be described as
a backwards cradle hold, bending Bobby's back the wrong way with such power,
that even the amazing fourteen year old could not resist the force. The
strength that Trish was pouring on would be enough to break an average
person's back, but Bobby wasn't even showing signs that she might be in pain.

She also couldn't get out of the devastating hold. Bobby had lost matches to
her father, although not recently as the student had passed the teacher. And
her brother could beat her when they wrestled with collegiate style rules,
though he could not pin her, but she had never in her life uttered the words,
"I give".

"I give," she uttered quietly as she tapped on Trish's vein covered forearm,
tears running down her cheeks. Trish let go immediately and as Bobby sniffed
back a tear, she hugged her young friend tightly.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. It's just the first time I've ever lost, and you did it as quickly to me
as I do it to others. I have a long ways to go before I can even compete with
you. You are the most awesome person in the world. I'm not crying because I'm
sad, I'm not. I'm just overwhelmed with you."

Chris, quietly spoke. " I've beaten Bobby, but I weigh sixty-five pounds more
than her and I'm pretty good too. But I never beat her as easily as you just
did."

Mark put in his two cents. "You're the best I've ever seen at this type of
wrestling. Have you ever done collegiate style?" Trish shook her head, no. "I
think with a little training you could beat Chris, you seem to be at least his
equal strength-wise, and I think you're faster."

"I think Sarah wants to have a go at Chris."

Sarah blushed. "I'd like that," Chris said quietly.

Just then, a car pulled up, and Bobby and Karen's Aunt came around the back to
the pool area. Bobby looked over at her mother. "What's up, Mom."

"You two are going to spend the night at your aunt's house."

"But Trish and Sarah are my friend's. Why can't we stay?"

"Adult time. Now, go get some clothes and your toothbrushes. Come and give us
all a kiss before you leave."

"Not fair," chirped Karen. "How come Chris gets to stay?"

"Because I said so. Now go get ready." The girls somberly kissed everyone
goodbye and went to get ready.

"Let's meet at the quarry next week, Bobby. Karen, you come too if it's
alright with your parents. Maybe we can pick you up. And Bobby, remember,
you're way ahead of what I was at your age. You are the most awesome person in
my opinion."

"Thanks, Trish. See you all later." The girls shuffled off.

"It's a good thing that they're such good girls. I know that if Bobby wanted
to disobey us, there wouldn't be a thing we could do to make her," said Jane
as she looked over at Davey, eyeing him like a big cat looking at an antelope.
Trish looked over at the muscular middle aged man, the only thing giving away
his age being a little gray around the temples.

"She started beating me at wrestling about a year ago. Imagine, a thirteen
year old girl, beating a man who weighed thirty pounds more than her who had
been good enough to go to the Olympic trials. She's amazing ... ... She looks
up to you as her role model now."

A couple of hours later, after Jane had shown Davey that a woman old enough to
be his mother was still going strong after she had totally and completely
exhausted him sexually. Likewise, Mark found out that having sex with a woman
who had such awesome physical skills as Trish that an argument could be made
that she had been dropped off from another planet. Trish left him completely
unconscious with his dick, red and sore, but still saluting her magnificence
as she left and found Jane and the two superwoman did some serious girl
groping for several more hours.

As to Chris and Sarah, they wrestled hard to a stalemate and then they had
totally out of control, animalistic sex until dawn. Finally, a man who could
keep up, but was he even yet a man?