A Real Athlete Pt. 9  
by Musclehead



As an inevitable showdown between Trish and one of her bosses, Dylan, loomed,
Trish was stepping up her workouts, if that was possible. As it was, a couple
of times when some of the more macho members of the gym tried to work out with
her, they inevitably didn't finish the entire two hours. And we're talking two
hours almost non-stop, not like most of them did on their own, where they
would do a set, and then spend five minutes looking around, scoping the babes.
Indeed, more than one guy wound up throwing up before it was over trying to do
one of Trish's workouts..

The only thing that was keeping the order for the time being was Mickey, her
other boss, occasional workout partner, sex partner and wrestling practice
partner. He was the only one who could almost keep up with her during their
workouts, indeed, he had gotten a lot stronger and fitter since she had
arrived on the scene. And he had become a much better wrestler. He still had
no chance against Trish, and he would probably never catch her, but he had
closed the gap some.

Mickey kept Dylan in line by reminding him that their revenues at the gym had
almost doubled since Trish started working for them, and he kept Trish from
constantly baiting Dylan by reminding her that her time would come to put
Dylan in his place. So, as stated, she had stepped up her workouts. She now
had the seventy-five pound vest that she had mail ordered, and she would run
to work wearing it, and practice her gymnastics with it on. She had gotten to
the point where she could do moves with the vest on that other gymnasts might
do without one. Indeed, to see Trish do a tumbling run without the vest was to
see an awesome display that all but defied the laws of gravity.

She even wore it one time doing laps in the pool in Sarah and Davey's back
yard, but it took three days for the vest to dry so she decided not to do that
anymore. Sometimes, for practice, Trish would have Mickey wear the vest and
she would still throw him around like a ragdoll. If she had been formidable
before, now Trish was absolutely mind boggling, a perfect, super-strong, not
to mention super-hot physical specimen. She still had sex with Mickey quite
frequently, Frank also, as well as Davey, sometimes more than one of them at a
time. But, quite frankly, the only one who could keep up with her in that
department as well was Sarah.

And for her part, Sarah was catching up to Trish, strength-wise, but she just
didn't have that intensity, except if she encountered a guy who needed an
attitude adjustment. When that happened, Sarah just went off the deep end, so
she had to be extra careful who she chose to mix it up with for fear of
putting another guy in the hospital, like she had done with Tom.

There was a young guy at the gym that was quite full of himself. It turned out
that he was a wrestler, about to become a senior in high school, but not from
the same town. Trish thought that he had a pretty perfect body for a young
guy, just a little bigger than her, very muscular, but quite the asshole jock
type that she hated. When the time came, this kid, Larry, would be taught a
lesson as well.

Trish never worked out while there were members around, but no one doubted
that she was a strong woman. Of course, though there were always going to be
guys who just couldn't wrap their heads around the idea that a woman could be
stronger than an average man, let alone a trained man, especially a wrestler
who almost never lost. Larry was just that sort of guy.

Sometimes, with Jane and Mark's permission, Trish would pick Bobby up for a
late night training session, and Sarah would often join them. It bears
pointing out that neither of these girls ever threw up after one of Trish's
workouts. Bobby was getting stronger every day, and had had a growth spurt, so
now, at five-three, and weighed in at a hundred and forty pounds of hard
female muscle. And of course, if she was to meet her goal, she was going to
have to be benching two-eighty instead of two-sixty by the time wrestling
season started.

And she was well on her way, having recently hit two-fifty-five. It was hard
to imagine that a fourteen year old could be that strong. And it must be
remembered that while being able to bench that much was surely a gauge of how
incredibly strong she was, it was not the ultimate goal. No, the ultimate goal
was the be an athlete capable of performing at a level few people in the world
might achieve, no matter what the activity might be.

And for her part, Trish was already there, but still hungered to get even
better, so their workouts were of a level of intensity that was hard to
comprehend, pushing each other to the max, not screaming at each other like
the loud assholes in so many gyms, but just by giving it their all and
inspiring each other, Bobby, emulating Trish, and Trish being in awe of what
this young dynamo could do that no other fourteen year old could.

They almost never wrestled, for the simple reason that Trish knew how turned
on she got when she did, and she thought that would be inappropriate with
someone so young. But a huge part of their workouts, something that set them
apart from other very strong people, was working on explosive strength, the
kind of strength that is focused into a single concentrated instant. Most
grown men could barely pick up a hundred pound dumbbell and to see Bobby blast
a pair of them up as if they were a baby's rattle, was truly amazing.

The girls were also incorporating some cross-fit techniques into their
workouts, but making them even more intense, simply by wearing those weighted
vests, Trish with the one that weighed seventy-five and Bobby wearing the
fifty pound one. They would do overhead presses with a hundred and fifty pound
barbell, then do some standing backflips followed by some pullups and then
back to the presses. When they started doing this, they would go for ten
minutes, extremely tiring, even for these two. Each subsequent time they would
add a minute. At this point, they were up to fourteen minutes.

Things finally did come to a head near the end of the summer. Mickey had
convinced Trish not to go back to school, at least for the time being, and to
stay on at the gym. And he hadn't talked to Dylan about it. Dylan was hoping
she would be gone, but all the new customers that she had brought in would
continue their memberships. Mickey knew better. Still, Dylan was pissed that
he hadn't been consulted. A heated argument ensued during which time Dylan
told Trish to shut up and said something to the effect that she needed a man
to put her in her place.

"If you think you can do it, go ahead and try." She glared at him.

"Great. How about after closing tonight?"

"See you in the aerobics room, around eleven?"

"We close at ten."

"I wanna go home and get a few things."

"Fine, get ready to get fucked up, then get ready to find a new job, bitch."

Trish was in a pissed off mood as she headed out to the floor for her first
client of the day, and wouldn't you know it, the first person she ran into was
Larry.

"Hey Babe, people have been whispering around here about how strong you are
and that you're this awesome fighter and wrestler. I'm mean you look real good
and all, and you look pretty strong for a woman, but, come on, ... .wrestling?
That's a man's sport."

Her blood was boiling, but she didn't let on. "I don't know who'd be saying
that. I never work out with any members around or wrestle for that matter."
(in reality, Mickey and Trish had sort of instigated a whispering campaign
with this very moment in mind, a confrontation with Larry, who Trish felt
needed to be taken down a notch or two.)

Well, anyway, I don't wanna wrestle you, I wanna ... .."

"Fuck me? Don't you think I've heard that one before."

For a split second, Larry seemed to lose his timing. "Well, ... ..anyway, if
you ever want to spend time with a guy who would rock your world, I'm your
man."

"Not with that attitude. I don't feel the need to prove anything to you, but I
am very strong, and I you ever wanted to fuck me, you'd have to prove yourself
to me in wrestling."

"You're on, babe. Name your time and place."

"How about tonight, in the aerobics room, ten o'clock, right after closing."

"I'll be there."

"Do you want an audience, or private?"

"Huh?"

"What didn't you understand?"

"How about an audience for the wrestling and then obviously, private for the
fucking?"

"You're pretty sure of yourself. Okay, if you win the fight, we'll tell
everyone to leave. One other thing, two actually. Don't call me a babe. That
has to be earned. And by the way, to me, you're still a boy."

She went back into the office and got out her cellphone. "Hey, Bobby. Got
anything going n tonight?....Well, not our usual workout ... ..Bring your Dad,
and your Mom if she wants ... .yeah, I sort of want you to have a chaperone,
so to speak, and wear something that shows off your physique, but nothing too
revealing."

Ten o'clock came and Larry met up with Trish in the aerobics room. She usually
stayed covered up during gym hours, a long sleeved shirt and workout pants,
but you could still tell that she was athletically built, and you could still
tell that she had great tits. So this would be the first time that Larry got a
real good look at her body. She was wearing shiny black latex tights that were
so tight that they went into the crack between those incredibly round and
muscular glutes. They also emphasized the flare of her thighs, the outward
curve of her hamstrings, the fullness of her calf muscles.

She wore a long sleeved shirt, not wanting to show too much too soon, but it
was tight enough that you could still tell how muscular she was, her awesome
tits thrusting out, her shoulders broad and round. Quite frankly, she looked
like the ultimate fighting machine, as perfectly conditioned as a body could
be. Larry swallowed deeply as he walked in and saw her complete a tumbling run
that ended with a double layout back flip that was so high, it appeared for a
second that she would hit the twelve foot ceiling.

Trish sauntered over to where Larry was standing, a knowing smile on her face.
"You've just realized that I can probably wipe the floor with you, and you're
thinking about backing out. But at the same time you have a boner that's so
hard right now that you could probably hang a fifty pound weight from it."

Just then, Mark and Jane walked in with Mickey right behind them and out from
behind Mickey stepped Bobby. She was wearing baggy sweatpants and a long
sleeve oversized tee shirt. "Is this our audience?" asked Larry.

"Some of them, but this is your opponent," said Trish, gesturing towards
Bobby.

"What the fuck. I thought I was gonna wrestle you."

"I actually never said that. I did say was that if you wanted to fuck me you'd
have to prove yourself in wrestling. Larry, you wouldn't have a chance against
me. My arms and legs are bigger than your's, my conditioning is almost beyond
belief. You'd have no chance."

"I was second in the state last year at one-sixty and I'm bigger now. Bigger
than you."

Mickey decided to interject, "Larry, you might be a more skilled wrestler than
me, but you're not stronger. Trust me. She totally destroyed me and another
strong guy. She killed both of us at the same time."

"Well, who is this little girl? Why are you insulting me by having me fight
some smaller, younger chick? And what makes you think I want to fuck her?"

"If you beat her, you still get to fuck me." She turned to Bobby. "Bobby, are
you going to show us what you got?."

She looked over at her Mom and Dad, who gestured encouragingly. "Can I be
dramatic?"

"Go for it, Babe." Bobby moved out to the center of the mats and stood facing
Larry. Slowly, she brought her arms up to the collar of her oversized shirt as
she stared at him. Then she tore it down the middle. Pulling it the rest of
the way off, she revealed an upper body almost the equal of Trish, but
smaller. Then she dropped the warm-up pants she was wearing. She too, was
wearing dark colored tights, revealing an incredibly powerful torso,
emphasizing perfect, muscular legs and glutes . Bobby was wearing an age
appropriate sports bra.

But she still looked every bit as formidable, albeit smaller. Viewed from the
side, the total lack of fat in the small of the back, coupled with the
well-developed abs make the torso appear to arch forward and then flare out in
both directions to a very thick upper back and full chest. Larry, who was
still cocksure that he would have beaten Trish, decided to take on this
formidable looking young girl, his goal of fucking Trish foremost in his mind.

Mark came over to where Trish was standing. "You look incredible. My dick is
so hard right now I can't stand it."

"Thanks. But look at your daughter. Wait. That didn't sound right. I meant,
look how strong and intimidating she looks. He's a strong, fit guy, but he
doesn't hold a candle to her. She is ... ... .awesome, the most awesome
fourteen year old on the planet."

"I was wondering what you had in mind for her. You're not getting her in over
her head now, are you?"

"Mark. Look at her. She's fucking incredible. She will win. Trust me. My bet
with this punk was that if he won the match, he'd get to fuck me. Do you think
I really want to fuck a boy like him?"

"I know that I want you."

"Who doesn't?" She looked at the floor. "Sorry. That must he sounded
arrogant."

"But you're right."

"Go home and fuck the daylights out of your wife tonight. She's pretty awesome
as well. From what I hear, Davey couldn't walk straight for a few days after
his time with her. Anyway, let's watch your amazing daughter clean this guy's
clock."

Unfortunately, after a few minutes of jockeying for position, Larry had proven
himself to be strong and quick and had gotten Bobby into a cradle, pulling on
one of her legs up almost to her chest. Mickey, having volunteered to be an
impromptu referee, was down on the floor, getting ready to count to three for
a pin, Bobby's shoulders dangerously close to the floor. Mark glanced at Trish
with a worried look on his face. She returned his glance with a reassuring
smile then looked back to the action ... ..just in time.

Mickey had tapped the mat twice when Bobby went into action. Larry had her
almost folded in half her right leg pulled up by her chest and her right arm
under his body. Her left arm and leg were free. In an instant, she pulled down
with her captured leg, creating just enough space to reach over with her left
hand, grab the back of his head and slam his face down onto her hard abs. Then
she pulled her right leg back up, capturing his head, and bent her knee,
crushing his arm in the fold of her leg between her hamstring and calf. In the
next instant, she brought her left leg up towards her head, something she was
able to do only because of the flexibility from her gymnastics training. As
that leg came up, her right arm, which was under his stomach, gave a mighty
push and as his body flew into the air, except for his captured head, his legs
whipping farther and that supple, powerful left leg of hers captured those
much less powerful legs of his.

In less than five seconds, she had gone from being nearly pinned to folding
this much bigger guy in half, the wrong way, while squeezing his head between
her leg and her powerful torso, his face mashed against her rock hard abs. And
to think that her arms were still free. Larry was screaming in agony as she
poured on the pressure, not letting up like she had with Davey, because, ...
.well, ... ..Larry needed an attitude adjustment.

Trish had a quiet orgasm, not wanting to attract attention or have anyone to
think that she was having a sexual reaction to a fourteen year old. Anyway, it
was more of a response to the absolute unbelievable strength and skills of
this young girl. She looked over at Mickey, who had backed away in total
amazement, having the feeling that Bobby was just getting started, which she
was. Mickey knew that Larry was a smug asshole and that Trish had probably
told Bobby to go all out, and she was doing just that.

What she did next was even more unbelievable, reassuring Trish, and herself,
that all that explosive strength training was just the thing Bobby needed. Her
intuitive ability and speed coupled with almost otherworldly power, meant that
there would be hardly anyone who would have a chance against her. She placed
the palms of her hands on the floor above her and then rolled back onto her
shoulders, bringing Larry's contorted body along with her. She then kipped up
to a standing position, but on just one leg, the one that had his legs
captured, since her other one was still bent, holding his right arm in place
and his head still forced into her torso. She jumped and slammed him down onto
the floor with her concentrated weight on top.

All his struggling against her inescapable hold came to an instant halt.
Giggling, she let go and bounced to her feet, looking down at the unmoving
crumpled body at her feet. "State Champ? Are you kidding?" She looked over at
Trish, then at her Mom and Dad. "If this guy was runner up in the state
championships at a hundred and sixty, is there any point in me going out for
the team? There won't be any competition for me. None."

Larry was starting to move a little. His whimpering catching Bobby's
attention. She went into a handstand and then walked on her hands around his
body as he struggled to try unsuccessfully get to his knees. As he lay there
on his stomach trying to get some strength back, Bobby walked, still on her
hands, down to his feet. Going into a one armed handstand, a feat few can do,
she used her free arm to spread his legs out, one at a time. Again addressing
the rapt group of onlookers, Bobby looked upside down at them through her
arms.

"I forgot. I haven't won yet. I have to pin him." She went up to his shoulders
and straddled them, still on her hands, facing the same direction. Putting one
hand on each shoulder, she was now hand-standing on him. She grasped his
shoulders and then powered back and onto her feet in that space she had made
between his legs, bringing his body up with her also, with such explosive
power that his feet left the ground. In one smooth, lightning quick motion,
she shifted her grasp so that her arms were around his chest, arched her back
and went into a backwards bridge, slamming his shoulders to the mat above her
head.

It was obvious that this young girl could do absolutely anything she put her
mind to. Mickey got down and slapped, one, two ... .suddenly she threw poor
Larry off and away from her. "Wow," she mocked. "He powered right out of that.
I just couldn't hold on. He's soooo strong."

Larry was pretty much out of it, but he knew when he was being made fun of.
"Bitch," he said under his breath, but everyone heard it. As the room got
suddenly silent, Mickey spoke. "Not such a good thing to say considering your
predicament, Larry." At this point, Mickey was well aware that this fourteen
year old could kick his ass as easily as she was Larry's. A part of him wanted
Larry to just stay down and shut up, thinking about his responsibility as the
owner of the gym where this massacre was taking place and what might happen if
she really hurt him. But another part of him wanted to see what this young
female fighting machine was capable of doing next.

Bobby was lying on her back, laughing, somewhat out of character. She usually
didn't rub it in but this guy deserved it. He was on his hands and knees
somewhere above her head, facing away from her. As he straightened up, still
on his knees, Bobby rolled up on her shoulders with the palms of her hands on
the floor near her shoulders, once again looking like she was ready to do
another kip-up. But instead, as she brought her legs up, she pushed off with
tremendous arm strength, flying backwards spreading her legs, wrapping them
around his chest as she slammed into him, and, miraculously landed on her
feet.

Before he could make a move, maintaining her leg-hold on his chest, she
twisted her magnificent torso around, grabbed his wrists, and crossed them
under his chin, her arms so much stronger than his that it was like she was
twisting some pipe-cleaners. Holding his outer wrist, she now had both of his
arms and his head completely under control with one hand. Turning back towards
his legs, she crossed them, one under the other. Now both legs were under the
control of her other arm. Then, she pulled up with her arms while squeezing
his torso with her thick legs while once again arching it the wrong way with
the power of her arms and shoulders, every muscle in her body exploding in
awesome detail.

After just a few seconds, a booming voice interrupted the proceedings. "What
the hell is going on here?" Bobby let go of her hold immediately and Larry
dropped to the floor, a broken man, or rather, a broken boy. She just stood
there straddling his body, her arms hanging at her sides, the veins so pumped
and prominent that you could see the blood actually pulsing through them.

Trish turned to Dylan. "Just the matinee, the lead-up to the main event, you
and me."

"Isn't that Larry?" She nodded. "Who's this little girl? She's very muscular.
And what's she doing here? Who are these people. Mickey, what the fuck?"

"This is Bobby. She trains with Trish sometimes. Larry here challenged Trish
to a fight. Since she's gonna fight you tonight, she really didn't want to
deal with him, so she had her young friend do the fighting. As you can see, he
didn't do too well. He might be state championship material, but Bobby is the
best fighter I've ever seen, after Trish that is. Oh, these are Bobby's
parents. Jane here was an elite tennis player and Mark almost made the
Olympics in wrestling. He taught Bobby."

"She's far surpassed me," offered Mark.

"And Trish beat me in about two minutes," squeaked Bobby. "Mister, you don't
have a chance against her, it doesn't matter how big you are. And I can't wait
to see it."

"And you bring in this girl, who isn't a member, after hours, against company
policy. And you Mickey, you know about it, don't you?"

"That's all gonna be hashed out tonight."

"And I don't want an audience."

"Why not? I thought you'd love to show everyone how you're putting an uppity
woman in her place."

"Fine. I do plan on shutting you up for good. I'm gonna go get ready." He
stomped out and headed to the men's locker room. Trish turned to Mark and
Jane.

"You guys can watch for a little while, but when I give you the signal, you'll
need to take Bobby home.

"Why?" asked Bobby.

"Without getting into too much detail, I get kinda worked up when I fight."

"I know that."

"No, I mean sexually."

"I know. Trish, I might be under-aged, but I know what's going on. Anyway, I
understand." She turned towards Larry, who they had almost forgotten about,
during the conversation with Dylan. He was sitting up now, quietly crying, his
world changed forever. Bobby smiled, and looking back towards Trish, "When I'm
old enough, after I destroy someone like I did Larry here, I'll do what I want
with him too. That's what your gonna do with that big chump, aren't you?"

"Bobby, that's enough," scolded Jane.

"Sorry, Mom. Can we watch for a little while?'

"Yeah, like Trish said, we'll leave when she gives us a signal."

Larry was on his feet now, and as he got his bearings, he started to head
towards the door. "Where do you think you're going, Larry?" He froze and
turned around to look at Trish. His face was red and smeared with tears.
"Larry, little Bobby here is one in a million. We needed to put you in your
place. You were way too cocky and arrogant. Plus, you had no respect for the
things that women can accomplish these days. I figured that if someone younger
and way smaller than you, a girl, could prove the point it would be even more
effective than if it was me, who is fully a woman, and much closer to your
size. Now, sit down and watch the show. Like Bobby said, even as big as Dylan
is, he has no chance against me. Think of this, he weighs seventy pounds more
than little Bobby here, and as a measure of strength, she can bench more than
him and I'm still quuite a bit stronger than her."

Just then, Dylan walked in wearing a gii, with a black belt around his waist.
He had a smirk on his face. "That's right bitch, I have a black belt in
karate. Now it's my turn to show you what I got." Everyone suddenly had a
worried look on their faces, everyone except Trish, supremely confident Trish.
She was still standing in front of Larry, so she turned back to him and
seductively pulled her long sleeved shirt over her head. He gasped audibly.
She had a cutoff tanktop on, and the shiny black tights were cut very low on
her torso, so every detail of her powerful core was clearly visible, from her
hard abs, to those perfect devil's horn where the lower abs meet the leg
insertions and the hips. Her arms and shoulders looked powerful enough to tear
someone's head right off their body.

She turned around to face Dylan, the first time he had gotten a really good
look at her stunning body, and as she walked away from Larry, that perfect,
hard, round ass right at eye level, the extraordinary dimples of the
glute-lower back insertion visible above the tights, she smiled as she heard a
faint moan escape Larry's lips.

Seeing her amazing body with little on, he had a sudden realization that this
was the most perfectly conditioned athlete he had ever seen and that this
fight was not going to be a walk in the park, in spite of his black belt. He
decided to strike first, taking two quick steps and launching into a kick
towards her head. But with quickness rivaled only by Bobby, Trish leaned way
back and as he sailed over her, she brought her legs up, attached them around
his mid-section and then torqued to the side with so much power that she
flipped them over.

Dylan landed hard on his stomach with her on top, facing his feet. Before he
could react, she was already on to her next move. She shot her legs back and
put him into a leg nelson, pouring on so much inward pressure that his arms
were forced straight up over his head. At the same time, she was grabbing his
legs, pulling back and out like she was breaking a chicken wishbone. His
screams quickly subsided as he fell into unconsciousness due to the
overwhelming pain. It all happened so fast, too quickly for Trish. It had been
so easy for her and she wanted more. But, business first.

As she sat up on his back and turned around, everyone clapping and cheering,
she looked over at Mickey. "Mickey, get those papers out of my backpack,
please. That pen, too." He had a quizzical look on his face as he retrieved
the papers. Dylan was coming around some. She grabbed him by the hair, pulling
his head and shoulders off the mat, and put the papers on the floor in front
of him. "Sign, now, or I'll break both your arms and legs. You know I can do
it." He did as told. "Now, leave."

"What's going on, Trish?"

"Dylan just signed his half of the gym ownership over to me, ... ... .partner.
You're through with him forever. That's what you wanted, right? She turned to
Mark , Jane and Bobby. "Time to go guys, thanks for coming."

"Trish, you were awesome as usual. Will you teach me that move?"

"I'll try, but like I always do, I just sort of improvised it." They all
hugged, and after they left, she turned to Mickey. "Are you happy?"

"Overjoyed."

"Would you mind giving me some alone time with little Larry here?"

"Not at all."

As the room emptied, she turned back to Larry. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Probably." She reached down and grabbed his shorts, turning and whipping him
with one hand. He landed on the mats, his shorts stayed in her hand. Tossing
them aside, she pulled her tights down and kicked them off her feet, grabbed
her tank top and tore it in half as she pulled outwards, her awesome tits
exploding into view, nipples erect, ready for action.

Larry gazed at a physique that was as finely tuned for fighting and fucking as
was earthly possible. He was consumed with fear and at the same time, his he
was so turned on, as he leaned back on his arms staring up at this goddess he
suddenly ejaculated so hard he nearly passed out.

Her body pulsed with raw sexual power as she pounced. She wanted him to
understand in no uncertain terms that as easily as Bobby had turned the tables
on him, she would take him in ways he never dreamed of and with even greater
power. He would not be able to stop her from doing anything she wanted to him,
he wouldn't even be able to slower her down, not even for a second. In short
order, he was rendered completely immobile his hand and feet pinned to the
ground up by his ears as she repeatedly slammed her luscious tits back and
forth on his face until she came just from the rough stimulation the pounding
had cause in her nipples.

Falling backwards, she dragged him off the ground and threw him back over her
head. Before he had even landed on his stomach, she was diving backwards,
leading with her legs, simultaneously lifting his head and slamming his face
into her pussy from behind. She rose to her knees, painfully bending his neck
at an awkward position, pulled his arms through between her knees and locked
them in place. Then she pulled her arms back behind her and grabbed his
ankles, before falling forwards until she was again lying on her hard stomach.
Larry's hands and forearms were the only thing touching the ground, well maybe
his chin, as she bent him backwards, pulling his face ever farther into her
pussy and glutes, his body upside down and bent backwards, hovering above her
beautiful ass.

As she orgasmed her body started to arch like the "superman" exercise in Q91Y,
every bodypart except her abs leaving the ground and then with each sexual
pulse as she came back down, his chin hit the mats with a thud. Finally
settling down from that one, getting ready for the next, she pushed him away
backwards, jumped to her feet and did a tremendously high layout backflip,
slamming down on the beaten boy once again.

She once again pulled his legs up and caught them with one hand. Then she
wrapped his arms around his legs, and re-grasped. She looked down at his face
as some girl goo oozed out of her swollen pussy lips and landed on his nose.
"How humiliating for you, big time wrestler, first beaten by a fourteen year
old, hundred and forty pound girl, I should say, trounced. And then, another
woman, bigger, but still smaller than you has you completely tied up with one
hand."

She lowered herself down on his face and rode him for what must have seemed to
him like forever as she used her other hand to fondle her breasts,
occasionally rubbing her hand up and down her rock hard abs. And while he was
humiliated and quite uncomfortable, Larry came several times, just from the
shear intensity of the experience and the awe and arousal coursing through
every fiber of his being.

She sexually abused him for over three hours. He was more beaten up than he
had ever been. He felt like he had been through a ten hour non-stop wrestling
practice with the meanest coach in the world. By the time she was done, he had
bruises all over his body, his muscles were so sore he could barely move and
every ligament and tendon in his body felt like it had been stretched and
torn. Indeed, some had. And yet, he was still so turned on by this sexual tour
de force that hours later, his dick was still hard as a rock. She hadn't let
him be inside her. No, the entire three hours was spent with his face in some
kind of contact with her pussy. This is what she liked, so this is what they
did. Larry had no say in the matter.

Finally, she decided the time had come. He lay on his back staring up at this
goddess as she slowly lowered herself, but to his surprise she took him in her
ass, not her pussy. Then, as she clamped down hard, she dove forward, once
again bending him in half, once again planting her pussy on his face as she
held his rock hard dick with her anus, his beaten body once again scrunched in
like an accordian. As she came, her all powerful glutes just about crushed the
life out of the poor boy as her pussy almost suffocated him. It was complete,
overwhelming, unstoppable sexual dominance as no man had ever experienced
before, executed by the only woman capable of it. He came so hard that he
finally passed out, the only way of escaping the sexual beating.

She carried him into the locker room showers, turned the water on and left him
lying there as she went to another shower head and cleaned herself off before
leaving to go find Mickey. Even after all that, Trish wanted more and Mickey
was going to provide it whether he wanted to or not. But of course he wanted
to, more than anything.

When they opened the gym the next morning, there were half a dozen messages on
the answering machine from Larry's parents. Larry was still lying on the
shower floor, the water still running. "That's going to be one hell of a water
bill this month. Sorry about that."

"Babe, you can do anything you want. You got rid of Dylan and I'm lucky to be
partnered with the most awesome sexual dynamo imaginable."

"And sorry about last night. I was a little tired from dealing with Larry. I'm
sorry we only did it for four hours."

That's okay. You might remember that I passed out after two."