Carole  
by Musclehead



Dave already had a partner for the next day's mixed doubles tournament. The
woman was pretty good. Although a good setter, her problem was that she was
somewhat overweight. And when it came to stamina in a long, drawn out
tournament that could be a problem. She also wasn't that quick moving around
the court on defense. Plus, Dave found that he always played out of his head
when his female partner was not only more athletic but more athletic looking,
a trait that got him going, in more ways than one.

He was sitting, absentmindedly staring down the beach, somewhat regretting his
decision to play with this woman when he saw Juicy Lucy walking towards him
with another woman whom he had never seen before. Yes, Lucy was somewhat
juicy, but her body wasn't quite as world class as everyone acted like it was.
Yeah, she was hot, but it was more the way she carried herself. Her bikinis
were always as small as was allowed in public, and she had large tits, but
they were a little saggy, and her ass was somewhat flat.

But the woman she was walking with was more up Dave's alley. She was probably
a good six inches taller than Lucy's five-two, and though she was wearing a
sweatshirt, it was easy to figure out that there were some good size breasts
underneath. But it was her legs that caught Dave's attention. She was wearing
shorts and her legs were big and solid. Not glaringly muscular, but they had
that line down the side, and they had a really nice outward sweep bot front
and back, and a taper to the knee. At mid-thigh they looked to be a few inches
thicker than Dave's own decently muscled legs.

As they approached, Lucy waved to Dave as he stood up, ever the gentleman. He
was a little shy, something that always seemed to hold him back with women,
but he was getting a little more confident as he got older, now into his late
twenties and he was finding that somewhat more mature girls found his shyness
endearing. And so, with uncharacteristic boldness, after they were introduced,
Dave suddenly blurted out, "You've got the most incredible legs I've ever
seen." Expecting a negative response after such a comment, he was pleasantly
surprised when she got a big smile across her pretty freckled face.

"Thanks, that's very nice of you."

"Do you work out?"

"No, just volleyball."

Lucy cut off their conversation, reminding Carole that they had to get down to
the registration desk. As they walked away, he couldn't help noticing that she
had a great ass to go along with those legs, her shorts being short enough to
allow enough cheek to show that those glutes were round and solid with
absolutely no sag. He sat back down fantasizing what it might be like to have
sex with a girl like Carole.

Just minutes later his reverie was broken when he heard her voice. "Dave, I
need a partner for mixed doubles tomorrow. Lucy said you're real good,
especially in mixed. She thinks you get better when you're playing with a hot
partner. Am I hot enough?"

"Oh my. If the rest of you is anything like your legs, you'll probably be too
hot, I'll be so distracted."

"Well, I could feel your eyes on my ass as we walked away. Am I right?"

An embarrassed Dave looked at the ground. "Yeah, sorry, I couldn't help
myself. From what I've seen so far, you're like my ideal woman. And you look
really athletic."

"Thanks, I think I probably am. I seem to pick up just about any sport pretty
easily. I'm pretty strong for a woman too." His heart jumped. "But don't be
embarrassed. I'm complimented, plus I think you're pretty cute too and pretty
well built yourself."

"Thanks. But there's a problem. I already have a partner, for the tournament."

"Well, Lucy said the good ones are usually taken. Maybe next time. I better go
look around to see if I can find someone. I'll see you later." As she walked
off, she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Dave drew a deep breath. Broad
shoulders tapering down to a tight waist, her arms not really muscular, but
firm and pretty big, bigger than quite a few guys that played in the A and B
division. And she had that arch in her back that suggested that she was
indeed, probably pretty strong, for a woman, probably as strong as some of
those guys in those lower divisions.

A little while later, Dave disappointed his scheduled partner by convincing
her that she didn't have the stamina to play another tournament, after
finishing the women's play. Indeed, this being her first time playing in sand,
she was shocked at how much more draining it was than playing on a wooden gym
floor. Dave suggested that she play the easier triples the next day. He knew
he was being a total cad, but he so much wanted to play with Carole. He felt
guilty, but obviously, not too guilty.

As soon as she was gone, Dave ran about as fast as he could to catch Carole,
fearing she might find someone else to play with before he could find her.
Well, they did get to play together, actually winning the tournament. Carole
was very good, actually hitting the ball about as well as some of those guys
in the lower divisions, which meant not all that great, although, from what
Lucy had said, Carole was a very good hitter on the lower women's net. She had
stripped down to a black bikini, not quite as revealing as what Juicy Lucy
liked to wear, but certainly enough to show off her body, and the rest of her
body did indeed measure up to her legs. As previously stated, she wasn't
really muscular, just firm all over, a hardbody. He overheard comments all day
about what a great body she had. And yes, she did have some great tits, firm
and proud, sitting high on her chest with none of that sag that Lucy had.
Carole looked way better in her somewhat immodest bikini than Lucy did in her
totally shameless one.

As to the playing, she was certainly good, better than any woman out there,
although somewhat erratic. Not Dave, he played almost error free ball and
carried the day. He played out of his head, surely because he was playing with
this hot woman. His male opponent in the finals later said that he could
rarely tell where Dave was going to hit the ball, and even when he did read
him, there was usually enough zip on the ball to make it effective. Carole and
Dave won the finales in two straight. She was ecstatic, the first time she had
ever won. Dave was her hero and as she hugged him, she gave him a huge kiss,
sticking her tongue deeply into his mouth as one of those strong legs pushed
into his crotch, rubbing against his growing erection.

"Oh, Dave, you were awesome. I want to take you back to my hotel room and fuck
you right now." Dave had never encountered such sexual aggression from a woman
before and his dick nearly exploded. Yes, since he had started coming out of
his shell, he was doing well with women, but Carole was too good to be true
and she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

And then, what could have been the icing on the cake, suddenly came to a halt.
"Dave, come on. Everyone's waiting." It was Dennis, his buddy, reminding Dave
that everyone in their group had hung around for him to finish the tournament,
all of them having been knocked out earlier, some of them by Dave and Carole.
They had a five hour drive to get back home and they were all riding together.
Reluctantly Dave and Carole parted, but not before she invited him to visit
the next weekend at her place down in North Carolina.

Dave took the train down to N.C. the next weekend, and when they got back to
Carole's apartment, she wasted no time in letting him know what she wanted to
do. She intentionally spilled wine on his shirt and lap so he'd have to take
it off, the shirt that is. As to his lap, while he took off his shirt, she
vigorously rubbed his lap with a towel, quickly discarding it and unzipping
his jeans.

The had wild and energetic sex for at least four hours that night, and Dave
got to tit fuck for the first time in his life. And what tits they were, full
and as firm as his dick was hard. She was a wild woman, licking up all the
mess before going right back down on him with her mouth, a very talented
mouth.

But the most startling thing to Dave was how strong she was. Yes, he was
stronger, but she was certainly way beyond any other woman he had ever been
with and in spite of his strength advantage, when she was in the throes of an
orgasm, Dave was thinking that if he was in a compromised position, she could
possibly hurt him. He found out when he scooted underneath her, and she stayed
upright on her knees holding onto the headboard while he ate her out, that a
hundred and fifty pounds of powerful womanhood on his face was a whole
different ballgame from the one-twenty or so like other women he had been
with.

They fucked like rabbits all weekend long and while Dave was exhausted when he
got on the train to return to Maryland, Carole seemed to have renewed energy.
Still, it was the best sexual experience of both of his life.

A few weekends later, Carole drove up to Maryland to Dave's place. They picked
up right where they had left off, with some animated sex for two hours before
some of Dave's friends showed up to play some ball. Dave and his housemates
had built a sand court in their back yard, and there was doubles play almost
every day, as long as four people could be had. So they'd play for a few
hours, Dave and Carole dominating the competition. Then they'd let someone
else take the court to have a chance. They weren't tired, they just wanted to
go have sex, sex that was as athletic as their volleyball playing.

Late in the weekend, as they continued to become more comfortable with each
other, as if allowing someone's dick between your tits, aiming at your face
wasn't comfortable enough, Carole suddenly decided to tell Dave about one of
her sexual fantasies. "I want you to tie me up and have your way with me. I
can't imagine how awesome it might be to have you repeatedly pushing me over
the edge while I can't move my arms or legs."

A surprised Dave decided to open up as well. "I'd like to wrestle a strong
girl like you as foreplay to sex. Whoever would win would have their way with
the other. I'm sure I'd win, but I imagine it would be awesome if you won and,
along the same lines as being tied up, I couldn't move at all as you had your
way with me because your strong body had me completely under your control."

"Don't be so sure that you'd win," chirped Carole as she dove at him. She was
very aggressive although in spite of being really strong for a girl, and
bigger than most women, inevitably Dave proved stronger, pinning her on her
back. He sat on her torso, just below her titst, facing away from her face,
leaning forward and pulling her tiny bikini bottom to the side and beginning
to suck on her engorged clit, licking at her puffy labia like there was no
tomorrow.

After coming down from an intense orgasm Carole pointed out that Dave had won
and shouldn't she have been servicing him. Dave explained, "I wanted to hold
you helpless while I brought you off, kind of like your fantasy of wanting to
be tied up."

"Well, my turn." As she took him into her mouth, Dave thought back on their
little sex wrestling match, pondering the idea that if she was the same size
as him, (only a twenty pound difference) she might win or at least tie with
him. Certainly she was a lot stronger than many a guy he had wrestled with
when he was younger. That thought running through his head of her possibly
overpowering him gave him a new level of arousal as he came in her mouth,
Carole swallowing every drop.

A few weeks later, when he was planning to head down to N.C. for another
weekend of the best sex he had ever had in his life, he got a letter from
Carole. It seems that she had had an encounter with her ex and suddenly she
feared that her physical relationship with Dave would become an emotional
attachment and that she wasn't ready for that. Having seen her ex had reminded
her of all the emotional scars she still had from that awful marriage. So,
Dave's relationship with Carole was over as quickly as it had begun.

Now it was five years later and on the same Virginia Beach beach, Dave heard
his name called. "Carole, you look great. Wow, your legs are even more awesome
than they used to be."

"Thanks. You're looking even more buff than I remember, as well. Are you ready
to pick up where we left off?"

"What do you mean?" He couldn't stop staring at her legs. She was wearing
basically the same clothes as the first time he ever saw he, shorts and a
hoody sweatshirt. Her legs were still the same size as before, but more
defined, more muscular.

"Dave, snap out of it."

"Sorry. You want to enter the tournament together, like old times? Is that
what you mean?"

"Among other things."

"Now don't tell me your legs have gotten that way just from playing
volleyball."

"No, I've been doing cross-fit for the last few years."

"I've heard of that. You'll have to tell me more later."

And so they played but in a men's tournament, not mixed. They won the
tournament, easily at that, but in spite of the fact that Dave played just
about as well as he had ever played, Carole was the dominant partner. To
describe her hits as awesome would be to do them injustice. They were
frightening. Those muscular legs were blasting her out of the soft sand well
over four feet every time, and she hit the ball so hard it was as if the ball
had somehow wronged her at some point in her life. She simply seemed like she
wanted to destroy the ball, smashing it with an angry intensity on every
fierce hit.

It only took one or two spikes on her part early in every match before their
opponents decided that Dave would get every serve so that he would be the one
hitting the ball, and Dave was a really good hitter. But inevitably every once
in a while Carole would get the chance to hit, and when she did, she hit it
with such authority as to suggest that on her worst day and any opponent's
best, they would still have no chance to block her, or dig her, or quite
frankly, even touch one of her devastating hits.

Dave was absolutely amazed, as was everyone who saw her. He had an instant
boner every time she hit the ball. What a woman, he thought. Why won't she
take off her sweatshirt? He was dying to see the rest of her body. He would
get his chance later that evening.

They went out to a surf and turf restaurant for dinner. Dave offering to pay,
a decision he came to regret. Carole ate like she had a hollow leg, three
steaks and two large fish fillets. "How can you eat so much?"

"After about a year of doing cross-fit, my metabolism is so high that I eat
like crazy and don't put on any unwanted weight, just muscle."

"Well, you're incredible. A lot of people out there today said you're the best
hitter they've ever seen, including some big guys. How do you hit it so hard?"

"I'm strong, remember?"

"I remember. And obviously you're stronger now."

"Yeah."

"Are you stronger than me?"

"I hit a lot harder than you. I jumped higher. You know it take strength to do
those things."

"Well, no doubt your legs are stronger than mine. I suppose you can just wail
away at the ball without reservations since you're so high up."

"Yeah, that must be it." She smiled coyly. They sat quietly for a minute,
Dave's mind whirling.

"So, are you stronger than me Carole?"

"Dave, do you think I'm stronger than you, or should I ask if you think you're
still stronger than me?"

"Well, I remember thinking when we sex wrestled five years ago, you were
certainly stronger than a lot of guys I knew."

"And that was before I started working out, something I've been doing for
almost five years now," she interrupted.

"But I have continued to hit the weights as well. I'm a lot stronger now than
I was then."

"Well Dave, you said I was the strongest girl you had ever met, and that I was
stronger than a lot of guys you knew."

"And I thought at one time when we were wrestling, actually later, when you
were rewarding me for winning, that if you weighed as much as me, you might
beat me, or at least tie."

"Dave, think about it, I was almost as strong as you even though you worked
out and I didn't, other than playing ball. Anyway, I was a little smaller and
I didn't work out and you did, and I was almost as strong as you. It makes
sense that maybe I was predisposed to being strong just because of genetics.
Now, imagine if I started working at it?"

"So you do think you're stronger than me, don't you?"

"Why don't we find out? By the way, I live here in Virginia Beach now, near
the water, so we can just go back to my place. Oh, one more thing Dave, I
don't think you have a size advantage anymore. I mean, yeah, you're still
taller, but I'll bet we weigh about the same now."

"I weigh one seventy."

"Oh, so you've got five pounds on me, but not like the twenty or so from five
years ago."

When they got back to Carole's place, they went down to a basement room where
she had a workout area, including mats for stretching and yoga. While Dave
stripped down to his underwear, Carole slipped out of her shorts down to a
tiny thong. He had already seen those magnificent legs all day but when she
turned around to put her shorts on a chair, he was stunned at the improvement
of an ass that was already world class the last time he was with her.

With her back to him she pulled her sweatshirt off. She always had those broad
shoulders, but now the taper down to her waist was even more pronounced and
the muscles in her back more detailed, the upper back especially thick.
Turning around, Dave gasped out loud at her perfect, athletic body. She looked
to be chiseled out of marble and it was obvious that all the weight gain was
muscle, like she had said when they were eating.

Her awesome tits were even more amazing now with a layer of muscle underneath
pushing them out even further than before, barely cover by two thin strips
that hid her nipples and not much else. He knew immediately that she was
indeed genetically superior and obviously stronger. No wonder she could hit
that ball so hard.

"Dave, I always thought you were smart, but you should have realized
immediately after my first hit how much stronger I am than you. Now I'll just
have to show you."

Dave was so excited he was shaking. He didn't mind that she would be somewhat
stronger, he had always liked strong women, but he had never been with one was
stronger. They circled, Carole licking her lips as she brought a strong arm
up, pulling the tiny piece of fabric of her top aside and pinching a nipple.
She moaned in ecstasy and closed her eyes for a split second. Dave attacked
immediately figuring he might need to get a jump on this awesome creature.

He got her in a headlock, catching one of her arms as well. Grinding the hold
and trying to push her to the floor, he found it difficult to get anywhere as
far as getting her down or even moving her as she braced her powerful legs.
Then, after a minute or two,it looked like she was stumbling, her outside leg
coming forward to catch herself. Suddenly that same leg came between both of
his, hooked around behind his leg on the same side, and with frightening brute
strength, she pushed back with her caught arm. Instantly, Dave was bent
backwards over her other leg. Even though she didn't have real good leverage
pushing backwards, Carole was proving that that one arm was as strong as his
entire torso.

Since his back felt like it was being broken in his desperation he was prying
at her arm with both of his with more strength than he had ever used in his
life. He was getting nowhere. Then, to add to his humiliation, Carole began
arching her back, bending him even further as they slowly descended
backwards,. Carole's feet and the top of her head were the only thing touching
the mat as she arched back, pinning his shoulders to the floor. Her head was
next to his face and she turned towards him, licking his ear and then
counting, "One, two three. I win."

She licked again as she reached inside his shorts, grabbing his dick, which
was fully hard. He suddenly realized that she had him in this devastating hold
with one arm still free. "Wow. That was easy. Actually, I shouldn't say wow.
That would indicate surprise and I'm not surprised at all. I knew it would be
easy. In fact, I haven't met a single man within twenty pounds of me for
almost a year that I couldn't beat without even working up a sweat."

She let up a little on his back, but only so she could reach forward with that
arm that was across his chest and grab an ankle, pulling it down and back, but
not before snaking her other leg up along his waist. Then she did the same
thing with the other ankle, but as she pulled it back, she bent it over and
tucked it in between the first leg she had grabbed and his back. So now she
had his torso and both his legs tied up with just one arm and she had her legs
around his waist.

She still had one arm free, and he had both but they were pretty useless as
all he could do was continue to try to pull at that powerful arm that was
across his chest. Grabbing ahold of his shorts, she simply tore them off poor
Dave. His massive member sprang out like a jack in the box. "Davey, I think I
have you."

She suddenly pulled back again, re-applying that tremendous pressure to his
back as she started squeezing with those massive legs. Dave was indeed in a
compromised position and she was indeed hurting him. To show off the ease with
which she was dominating him, she put her free arm on the floor and pushed
off, and he felt himself being lifted off the floor even as he remained
immobile in this impossible hold. She continued to pull back on his upper
torso while pressuring his middle with her legs. He felt like he was being
squeezed and torn in half all at once.

But her goal was to make him come like a geyser even as he was thinking that
she might not just hurt him, but that she could actually kill him. She started
whispering in his ear again. "Dave, what do you think? Do you think I'm
stronger than you?" She laughed. "I think I am. Your mind can't even
comprehend how awesomely strong I am even as your body is feeling it. You're
afraid I might permanently injure you but you're soooo fucking turned on by my
power." At that instant he started to explode like a volcano as his entire
body convulsed uncontrollably.

When it finally ended, she released him, pushing him off to the side as he
continued to writhe in pain. Carole herself was very turned on now, basking in
a female superiority that was stunning to say the least. She ripped off her
tiny thong and top and stuck her finger into her pussy as she played with her
breasts, bringing herself off as she waited for him to recover. When he was
finally able to open his eyes to focus, Carole was standing there completely
naked, beckoning him to come and try to attack her one more time.

Foolishly, he took three steps and launched himself at her. Carole simply put
one foot slightly back and then sprang forward. Dave was instantly on his back
again. Reaching down and grabbing him under his armpits, she pulled him to his
feet like he weighed nothing, and then lifting him off the ground, she ran
forward until she slammed his back into the wall, followed instantly by her
hard strong body crashing into him. As he sank to the floor, she stepped
forward and mashed her pussy into his face, pushing hard and as she got more
and more turned on, thrusting her hips back and forth with such power that she
knocked him out again as she climaxed.

When he awoke, she was sitting on his chest, absent mindedly playing with her
nipples, her breasts sticking out so much that he couldn't see her face.
Sliding back to his stomach so they could see each other, Carole started to
tell him a story.

"Dave, remember when I sent you that letter breaking it off? Well, what
happened was that Frank, my ex, came over one night and basically, he raped
me. I was a mess, physically, emotionally and mentally, and I had a lot of
anger towards him, or any man who would wrong a woman in any way. I decided to
take some self-defense classes to learn to protect myself better. But after
less than a year I found that I had gotten strong enough that I really didn't
need a lot of self-defense technique, so I concentrated on just getting
stronger and stronger, tapping into my genetic potential.

"When I felt I was ready I went back to see Frank I almost killed him. I
literally almost fucked him to death. The hospital tests showed that his semen
was on me and in me and the police decided that he had been trying to rape me
again and that I got lucky as I tried to fight him off. But the reality was
that I rode his face for hours and just beat the living daylights out of him
as I used him for my pleasure. I was so much stronger than him that he
couldn't do much of anything to stop me, but I waited until he was so beaten
up that he totally defenseless.

Then I mounted him, grapevining his legs and pinning his arms to the floor
above his head, my beautiful breasts hovering above his face. I held his
wrists so that I could use my enormous strength to literally try to pull his
arms out of their sockets. The look of terror followed by unimaginable pain on
his face was worth all the effort as I dislocated his knees and his shoulders
while pounding up and down on him so hard with my powerful pelvis that I broke
his hips as well. As I climaxed, I squeezed so hard with my spasming pussy
muscles that I broke his cock. It was the best orgasm of my life, and as you
know, I've had some pretty over the top orgasms. I guarantee you, he'll never
force himself on a woman again. In fact, he'll probably never get an erection
again.

"Now, I'm not gonna hurt you that badly Dave, but I am going to do anything I
want and you'll surely be pretty beaten up before it's all over."

"Please don't." he pleaded. "I've never done anything wrong to you."

"No, and it really turns me on that I can make you come so easily because
you're so turned on by my awesomeness. I also like your big cock and your
talented tongue. But I've made it my life's mission to punish any man who
wrongs a woman in any way. And Davey dear, you need to be punished."

"What for?"

"Well, earlier today, before I ran into you, I met that girl."

"What girl?"

"The one you ditched so you could play with me at that mixed doubles
tournament five years ago. You told me that she was the one that bowed out but
that's not how it happened, is it?"

"I was so enthralled by you and those awesome legs."

"These legs?" She crossed her arms under her ample boobs, and with her legs,
which were on either side of his chest, bent at the knees, her calves and feet
back and under her thighs, she started to move them inwards, with no
discernible effort. Suddenly Dave was screaming in pain. "They are even more
awesome now aren't they? So anyway, I'm not going to cripple you, but I'm
going to use you for my pleasure and you won't be able to stop me. I know that
you're a mostly good guy, but you wronged a woman and now you must pay."

Dave's realization that Carole was going to use him in this way and that he
couldn't stop her caused another immediate and intense ejaculation even though
his arms were pinned under her knees. Carole jumped forward and planted
herself on his face and began grinding away. His memory of a strong hundred
and fifty pound woman being so much more than an average hundred and twenty
pounder was being replaced by a woman who was now a hundred and sixty-five and
so strong it was hard to comprehend.

She went at it for hours, sometimes so intensely that Dave's body was
thrashing around as if he had been tasered, but nothing unseated her except
when she backed up and rode his cock so hard he thought she'd break him in
half. It was obvious to him that he was only there for her pleasure and even
though she said she wouldn't cripple him there were times that night when he
wasn't so sure.

At one point, Carole rose up onto her knees while in the throes of yet another
climax, temporarily losing contact with Dave's face. No problem. She grabbed
the back of his head and lifted it up to her pussy and then slid her legs
together, clamping him into place. For the next half hour, they stayed in this
position as she undulated her torso up and down, her hips rotating in a
circular pattern. Dave was sure she was going to pull his head right off his
neck. Finally she released him and his head dropped back to the mat,
reprieved. But not for long as she slid her knees back out to the sides and
again began slamming up and down on his face, totally out of control with
lust, totally oblivious to his pain.

Later, she flipped him onto his stomach and placed herself, also on her rock
hard abs, in front of his head with her legs on either side of him. Dave could
barely move at this point but she really didn't care. Reaching back, Carole
lifted his head and pulled it into her crotch, causing his neck to be bent
back somewhat with his mouth right at her pussy. Then she lifted herself onto
her toes and fingertips, her awesome body in a sort of inverted V shape, and
lifting the upper half of his body off the mat, a move mostly calculated to
show her overwhelmingly superior strength, but she still managed to use
position to bring herself off.

After it was over, she let him recuperate in an upstairs bedroom in her house
for three days. Actually, she had no choice. He couldn't walk, even to go to
the toilet. During those three days, as he slipped in and out of
consciousness, he heard a variety of men that she had brought home and wrestle
fucked so hard down in that workout room that he could hear their screams,
mixed in with her cries of pleasure, all the way up in the third floor bedroom
where he was staying.

When he finally was able to get around again, Carole told him that her new
attitude was that the strong should rule and that he should go back to
Maryland, pack up and come back to live with her. He would take care of the
cleaning, laundry and cooking. He would also do her sexual bidding whenever
she wanted it, which was pretty much every night. "I know you're in great
shape, Dave, but you'd better get even better if you want to survive. You'll
never catch up to me strengthwise, but at least you'll be able to take a
pounding."

She would be the bread winner, explaining that she made a fortune now as a
night club act. "Seems you're not the only one that loves muscles on a woman.
By the way, remember when I said I hadn't met a man within twenty pounds of me
who had even a remote chance of beating me? I make about ten thousand dollars
a week from men who I bet with. I tell them they if they beat me they not only
win the money but they get to fuck me. They assume that they're going to win
and then have the sexual experience of a lifetime. They're right about the
second part but the sexual experience is doing my bidding, usually with their
mouths but they all wind up getting off eventually because they're so turned
on by how superior I am, even as I'm grinding my pussy into their faces."

"So you'll be the only one that actually gets to have your dick inside of me,
but don''t think for one minute that you'll be fucking me. No, I'll be the one
doing the fucking. By the way, remember how I said I never lose. Well that's
not quite right. I never lose to guys, but there are a few women I know from
cross-fit who can beat me. I'll introduce you to some of them when you get
back from Maryland."