A Pickup Football Game  
by Musclehead



Alex had tried to quietly sneak in the back door and up to his room to shower
and clean up without anyone noticing his condition. But it hadn't worked out
as planned. Surprised by his Dad when he came from the back porch into the
kitchen, "Dad, what are you doing home early?"

"I finished my project early and the boss was pleased. So he gave me the
afternoon off." Ben pulled his head out of the refrigerator door to look over
at his son. "Jeeze, what happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Alex, what happened?"

"Please, Dad."

"Son, answer me. What happened? Who did this to you?"

"Bobby. Please, Dad. Just let me go clean up." Alex needed to do more than
take a shower and clean up. He was scratched and bruised. It was easy to see
why Ben was concerned for his son.

"Where did this happen? Where is this Bobby?"

"Dad, you're just going to make this worse."

"Alex."

"Down at the field at the end of town."

"Go take your shower and clean up those scrapes really good so you don't get
any infections or anything. I'm going down to the field."

"Dad, please, ... .. no."

"Sorry, son, I'm going to put a stop to this now."

Alex dejectedly climbed the stairs to the bathroom as Ben headed out the door
to the field. When he got down to the field, there were nine or ten guys
there, hanging out, all huddled together. Ben was surprised to see Tom, his
neighbor coming down the road too.

"Tom, what's up? What are you doing here?"

"I was just about to ask you that."

"Some bully named Bobby roughed up Alex. He's really bruised and scratched
up."

"My boy, Pete, too. Same guy. Bobby."

They approached the group and Tom called out, "Which one of you is Bobby." A
pretty big guy, bigger than either Ben or Tom, turned around to face them. He
had a tee shirt with the sleeves cut off and he had pretty big guns and broad
shoulders.

"Who wants to know?" His face was youngish looking, but he had a deep voice to
go with his powerful frame.

Tom suddenly didn't seem quite so confident. So Ben started in, "My son, Alex
came home all beaten up. It seems that Bobby had been bullying him. Are you
Bobby?"

Suddenly, the group parted and a girl stepped out. "I'm Bobby. Did Alex say
that I bullied him, or that I beat him up? And who are you, old man?" she
said, motioning at Tom. "You must be Pete's Dad. Did he say I beat him up?"

They both spoke, at the same time. "Well, not exactly." Ben went on. "When I
asked him who did it to him, roughed him all up, he just said Bobby." He sized
her up. Bobby, Barbara, was definitely a tomboy type. She had on a baggy
sweatshirt so he couldn't get an idea of her upper body, but she was wearing
short cutoffs and she had very muscular legs, but she was smaller than every
guy there, and smaller than either Alex or Pete. She was very pretty with a
short, page-boy haircut and friendly eyes. It was hard to imagine this cute
teenage girl doing the damage that Ben had seen on Alex, or Tom had noticed
with Pete.

"I'll ask you again. Did Alex say I beat him up?"

"No, not exactly."

"Well, I didn't. We were just playing football. I tackled Alex, sending him
home crying like a baby, and I ran over Pete when he was trying to tackle me."

"Well, maybe you should pick on someone your own size."

"They're both bigger than me, you stupid old fuck. And I'm not a bully. A
bully picks on people that are weaker than them. Actually, both of your sons
would qualify on that account. But I wasn't picking on them, we were just
playing football."

The big guy spoke, "Hey, you guys are bigger than your sons. Now that they're
out of the game, do you guys want to take their place?"

"No," spoke Tom. "I want to get back and see how Pete is doing."

"He's doing fine. He's just bruised and scraped up. Nothing broken. Are you
guys chicken?"

"Where did you get your attitude, young lady?"

"No attitude, I'm just competitive. I don't know how to hold back. And I got
it from my mother. My dad is kind of wimpy. Like you guys, it seems."

Before Tom could say anything else, Ben nudged him on the arm. "Sure, we'll
play."

The big guy, named Bill, spoke again. "You two guys take your sons' places.
We'll kick off." As everyone started to move to their sides of the field, Tom
noticed that they had six guys and Bill and Bobby were on a team with only
four, their other two team members looking not all that athletic.

"Guys, and Bobby, these teams are lopsided."

"Yeah," quipped Bobby, "but we'll try to take it easy on you."

They kicked off and Tom fielded it, starting up field. To his surprise, one of
the kids on his team tried to block big Bill, but two of them zeroed in on
Bobby. They barely managed to hold her as Bill broke free and tackled Tom. On
the first play from scrimmage, with Ben quarterbacking, he barely had the ball
in his hands before Bobby sliced between two blockers and nailed him for a
five yard loss from her makeshift linebacker position. Ben had seen her coming
and stumbled backwards as she hit him, so it wasn't a hard hit, but he was
amazed at her speed.

She reached out her hand to help him up, yanking him to his feet with relative
ease. "You're pretty strong. I couldn't help but notice your legs. How'd you
get so much muscle for a young girl?"

"I'd like it if you referred to me as a young woman, not a girl, I'm eighteen.
Legal. Something I'm sure you're happy to hear. And I got my physique from my
mom also. Like I told you, my Dad is kind of wimpy. You remember my mom, Kelly
DuVal. You used to ogle her at the community pool all the time."

"You're little Barbara?" Ben was clearly surprised.

"That's me. I remember how you guys used to go gaga over my mom 'cause she had
that incredible body. I was pretty young and didn't understand a lot of
things, but I could tell that you guys really liked the way she looked. She
had muscles also, just naturally. Genetics. She never worked out, I mean she
swam and ran, but that's about it. She was really strong without ever lifting
a weight. I got her genes, and I hit the weights, a lot, intensely. Anyway,
enough talk. Let's play."

Back in the huddle, Ben asked the two boys if they could try to keep her out.
"She's too fast for me sir, and she's really strong."

"Okay, well, let's try a pass play. You, do a slant across the middle, and
Tom, why don't you try to block her. Let's see what we can do." They lined up
and Ben barked the count. As the ball was snapped, Bobby faked left and went
around Tom like he was glued to the ground, laughing as she went. Ben saw her
coming and quickly released the ball. Bobby jumped high and got a hand on the
pass, deflecting it and causing the ball to pop up into the air. Without
slowing her stride, she caught the ball and dashed for a touchdown with her
interception before anyone could react.

"Man," thought Ben, "she's good. Quick, fast, jumps high. I wonder what else
she can do." He didn't have to wait long to find out. One of the bigger boys
on Tom and Ben's team took Bill's kickoff and was making his way up field when
Bobby hit him with a bone crushing tackle, slamming into him with such
intensity that he went from running full speed forward to being on his back in
a split second. And he didn't get up for a minute or two. The guy was a lot
bigger than Bobby, but she just wiped him out.

She looked over towards Ben. "That's what I did to your son, sir. Nothing
more, nothing less." She helped the guy to his feet.

The next time Bobby and Bill's team got the ball, in the huddle Bobby
explained the play she wanted to run. The idea was to isolate Tom. "Leave him
un-blocked, take as many other people out as you can." The ball was snapped
and handed off to Bobby pretty deep in the backfield, allowing her to get up
to full speed by the time she hit the hole in the line, downhill running it's
called. Very effective blocking left the field spread out with just Tom to
stop Bobby. She knew that she could fake him and go by completely untouched,
but she ran right at him, and she just bowled him over.

Tom lay in a heap as Bobby ran for her 2nd touchdown in less than five
minutes. Unlike the guy that she had tackled on the kickoff, Tom didn't want
to get up. He lay on the ground in an almost fetal position. Ben went over to
check on his neighbor, partly worried, partly disgusted that a grown man had
been run over by a teenage girl. An amazing, formidable girl, but a girl who
was a lot smaller than he was.

After sitting up and shaking the cobwebs out, Tom slowly got up, holding his
lowerback. "I've had enough, you guys."

"What a pussy. You're a bad as your son. How about you Mr. Abel? You look like
you're in better shape than this wimp. Are you gonna quit too?"

"I thought you said you don't have an attitude, Bobby," said Ben.

"I don't Mr. Abel. I just don't like weaklings."

"Not everyone has your gifts."

"Well, he could at least have a little self respect. I'll bet he has a fat
wife too." She turned to Tom. "Go home to your fat wife, loser."

"You watch your mouth, young lady," clearly insulted Tom sputtered.

"Mister, if you're looking for a confrontation, remember I just flattened you
a couple of minutes ago."

"Okay, everyone, let's settle down." Ben turned to Bobby and quietly spoke.
"You've made your point. No need to humiliate him."

So, Tom sulked off, licking his wounds, both physical and psychological. Ben
felt like he should just go with Tom at this point, but he really wanted to
play ball, and he was fascinated by this haughty young woman. He was
definitely having mixed thoughts right now. Ben had been divorced four or five
years ago. He had always stayed in shape, but after his divorce he decided to
take it up a notch, figuring that if he wanted to attract a new partner, being
in great shape wouldn't hurt.

He knew that there were lots of women out there in his age group who took
really good care of themselves, but he just hadn't met any yet. He hadn't
thought about Kelly DuVal in years. Yeah, she was really hot, great body. Ben
hadn't ever thought about athletic women being attractive until he had seen
her all those years ago. He hadn't actually made the connection that it was
the firmness that made her so attractive back then. And now he was playing
football against her daughter, a young woman who's athletic talent was way
beyond what he had ever seen on a female, or very few males for that matter.

His mind was drifting back to that great body at the community pool when the
ball was snapped to him and the offspring of that body plowed into him with a
ferocity befitting a professional. But, unlike Tom, after Bobby knocked him
over, Ben bounced back to his feet, brought back to reality, ready for the
next play. Bobby gave him a big smile. "Pretty impressive that you could get
right up, Mr. Abel. I'm sorry I called you a stupid old fuck before."

"That's okay. I guess it was stupid to make accusations without knowing the
facts." He looked at his watch. "Jeeze, I gotta go. At least I showed you that
I'm not the wimp you thought I was." Turning back to the rest of the guys,
"Thanks guys, I gotta go." As he headed off, Bobby waved to the guys and
followed Ben off the field.

"You did a lot better than that other guy."

"Yeah, I guess I'm going to have to mend fences with him too."

"Why? Is he gonna beat you up?" She laughed out loud. He joined in, then
caught himself.

"I should act like an adult. By the way, how's your mom doing?"

Suddenly, Bobby's face went ashen. "She was killed in a car accident. Six
years ago."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I was going through my divorce at the time. I guess
I wasn't paying attention to the goings on in the rest of the town."

"I guessed that you were divorced."

"Oh really? Why is that?"

"Well, not always, but a lot of time when middle-aged guys suddenly find the
need to get back in shape, it's 'cause they're single again and on the prowl."

"I'm not on the prowl."

"Yes you are. And you probably haven't met a woman yet in your age group
that's has the kind of conditioning that you'd like to see, like my mom had."
She paused for a minute to gauge his response. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"You're very wise for someone so young."

"I've have to be, without my mom around. My Dad is a nice man, a good money
earner. But that's about it. My Mom completely overwhelmed him. I don't think
she ever cheated on him, but I can't imagine that she was satisfied with him.
I guess we'll never know. Hey, here's my street. Nice talking with you, Mr.
Abel."

As she started down her street, Ben called to her. "Bobby, would you like to
work out together some time?" "What ever possessed me to say that?" he thought
to himself. "She's young enough to be my daughter." Then he looked at that
hard, denim covered ass and super muscular legs walking away from him and
deluded himself into thinking that his thoughts were purely about fitness.

Bobby stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around. "Mr. Abel, do you think
you could keep up with me? I mean, I know that you're in pretty good shape,
but my workouts are very intense. I do Q91Y, plus I add some of my own things
to it to make it even more difficult."

"I can only try."

"Tomorrow? Do you know my house? It's the third one on the left. Right there,"
she said, pointing to the big bungalow. "Tell Alex I'm sorry if I hurt him. I
don't really know how to hold back when I'm competing, among other things."

"I'll tell him. What time?"

"What time's good for you?"

"How about seven. That way dinner is out of the way and I can make sure Alex
is doing his homework."

"Seven it is. See you tomorrow." As Ben turned and walked home, he wondered
what the hell he was thinking. Was he thinking? Some bodyparts certainly were,
and those parts were below shoulder level.

Seven o'clock the next day, Ben noticed as he walked to Bobby's house that the
spring days were getting longer. It was still light out when he reached her
house. "Daylight savings time soon," he thought. When he knocked on the door
he was surprised when Bobby's dad, Joe DuVal answered. "Ben, what are you
doing here?"

Ben hadn't expected Joe to answer. But, why not? It was his house. Ben
stumbled for words. Finally, "Bobby invited me to work out with her."

"Well, good luck trying to keep up. She's pretty unbelievable." Just then
Bobby came up behind her father.

"Thanks Dad, I got it from here." Bobby was wearing loose fitting sweats, old
and faded. Joe stepped back and ushered Ben in with a hand gesture. Noticing
what Bobby was wearing, Ben thought to himself that he could handle that,
having had second thoughts over night about being attracted to someone so
young. Bobby turned to her Dad, Bobby spoke. "Dad, I think you need to go do
the grocery shopping."

"Bobby, I did the shopping yesterday."

"I said you need to go do the shopping. And stop to get me some protein shake
at the health food store while you're at it. ... ... ..Go ... .. Now. And when
you get back, don't disturb our workout."

Ben was stunned that Bobby was ordering her dad around like that and it made
him rather uncomfortable. So he started looking around the foyer, pretending
not to notice the strange father/daughter dynamic. Joe quickly gathered his
coat and left, sheepishly waving to Ben as he headed out the door. When he was
gone, Bobby turned to Ben and giggled. "I told you he was a wimp."

"I think I would have been more comfortable if he had stayed."

"Well, don't worry about it. Once we start the workout, you won't be able to
think about anything except pain." She giggled again. "Let's go. The workout
room is in the basement." She led him down the steps to an amazing, brightly
lit room with a complete rack of dumbbells, a bench, which was pushed over to
the corner, a long chinning bar and a large mat. There was a flat screen TV on
the wall with a dvd player on a table right below the screen. And lots of
mirrors. The ceiling was almost ten feet. Not an ordinary basement. Bobby was
probably right about her Dad's money earning capability.

"Do you know about the Q91Y workout, Mr. Abel?"

"Please, call me Ben. I've seen the infomercials, and have been curious."

"Well, just a word of warning, no matter how good a shape you're in, it's
intense. You will be sore tomorrow. By the way, is Alex alright?"

"Yeah, he's fine. So is Pete from what Alex tells me. But Tom is kinda banged
up. And he's pissed off at me for staying to keep playing after he left."

"Oh well, fuck him." Before Ben could respond to her curt dismissal of Tom,
Bobby picked up the remote and started the dvd. While the guy was talking, she
took off her sweat bottoms and threw them aside. Bobby was wearing terrycloth
shorts, white, very short and very tight.

"God," Ben thought to himself as he surveyed at her muscular ass, "those are
the most round, hard glutes I've ever seen." He looked away, not wanting to be
caught staring, but Bobby had seen his glance in one of the mirrors. She
smiled to herself. She was hoping he'd notice, and he didn't disappoint. The
workout started with a rather extensive warmup. At one point, the trainer,
Anton commented that the people (on the exercise video) must be getting warmed
up, the jackets were coming off. As if on cue, Bobby unzipped her sweatshirt
and tossed it aside.

Ben gulped, almost audibly. Thoughts of Kelly DuVal, Bobby's deceased mom, but
with a whole lot more muscle popped into his head. A whole lot more muscle!
Bobby was wearing a sports bra. It was hard to believe that an eighteen year
old could have shoulders that thick and round, with powerful arms that matched
her amazing legs. But her bare midriff was the most amazing thing about her,
full and hard, with abs and obliques, an arch in her back and those dimples
above the back of her rolled down shorts.

"Now I know why you were able to flatten guys who were way bigger than you."

She smiled. "Glad you like what you see. After this workout, you'll start to
understand how I got this way, along with the good genes. Why don't you take
off your sweatshirt so I can see what you've got going on?"

"Nothing like you've got," he said as he took his sweatshirt off.

"Don't sell yourself short, Ben. You look great. If you do the entire 13 weeks
of the Q91Y, you'll be awesome. This first one is all pushups and pull-ups."
Ben held his own doing well on everything. He was managing twelve to fifteen
pull-ups on each set. Bobby was doing twenty each time, but it wasn't the
number that was so noteworthy. Her pull-ups were so powerful that she wasn't
going to her chin, she was getting way above the bar, almost to mid-chest,
flying up, such was the power of each upward movement. Ben was thinking to
himself that it was a good thing the basement had such a high ceiling or she
would have hit her head.

The workout required doing the whole routine a second time, 24 sets in all. It
was toward the end of that second round that Bobby altered some of the
exercises, increasing the intensity. She did some handstand pushups and even
though she balanced her feet against the wall, she did twenty and went right
down till her nose touched the floor on each one. When Anton announced the
last exercise, regular pull-ups to failure, Bobby did an astonishing twenty
clapping pull-ups. That's right, flying upwards, releasing, clapping her hands
above the bar, then re-grasping. Ben was happy to do 8 regular ones, after
which he sat leaning against the wall, exhausted and he just watched in
amazement with his jaw hanging halfway to the floor as Bobby finished up.

When she done, she dropped to the floor and walked over to Ben. She was
drenched in sweat, as was Ben, but she looked like she had plenty of energy
left. "Are you ready for the "Tear up your Abs" routine?"

"There's more?" he asked, pleadingly.

"Yup. Come on. You can do it. Just do as much as you can." There was something
like fifteen different movements, twenty-five reps each. Ben kept up pretty
well, in spite of his tiredness, but once again Bobby went beyond what they
were doing on the DVD. Since she had done the routine many times, she knew
each upcoming movement, and started right in without any rest while Anton
explained each new exercise. So she wound up doing many more than they did on
the DVD.

After the ab workout mercifully ended, Ben collapsed onto his back on the mat.
Bobby walked over to him. He looked up to see her abs tighten and relax with
her breathing. He could actually see the veins on her lower abs pulsing with
blood. It was highly erotic, especially with those gravity defying tits
sitting above those hard, ripped core muscles. Ben could feel himself getting
hard. But before he could be embarrassed by his situation, Bobby excused
herself to go to the bathroom.

Ben closed his eyes, his thoughts wandering to his ex-wife, leaving him
because she thought he was cheating on her, even though he wasn't. He thought
about Kelly DuVal at the pool ten years ago and on to Kelly's amazing
daughter, who he had just seen do almost incomeprehen-sible things. As his
head spun from his tired condition and the thoughts of things past and things
future, he opened his eyes. Bobby had quietly come back into the room and was
standing over him, her legs straddling his body at the waist. She had taken
off her shorts and was now wearing a tiny thong that said "Eat Me" across the
front. She also had changed from her tight sports bra into a tighter ribbed
tanktop with the logo "Boy Beater" emblazoned across the chest. Without the
confines of the sports bra, it became evident that her breasts were bigger
than they had seemed before.

"How can she be that ripped and have breasts that big?" he thought. They must
be fake. Then he remembered that her mother was that way also. Another genetic
gift. Slowly, Bobby lowered herself down until she was sitting on Ben's
stomach. "Bobby, what are you doing?"

"You know what I'm doing. You want me to do it."

"No. You're too young."

"I told you yesterday, I'm eighteen, legal."

"But you're young enough to be my daughter."

"You said I'm very wise for my age."

"No. This can't happen."

"You can't stop me."

She reached back and touched his cock. It was like an electrical shock. His
body jolted so hard he almost bucked her off. "See. You want me so much. Ben,
you're in great shape and very strong for a guy in his mid-forties, but trust
me. I'm stronger than you. And you're tired from the workout. I'm not. Like I
said, you couldn't stop me if you wanted to, but you don't want to."

"Mid-fifties."

"What?"

"I'm in my mid-fifties, late fifties actually. Fifty-eight."

"Oh, Ben, that's even hotter. I know that I'm one in a million, and so are
you. We're outliers. Do you know what that means?"

"Yes." Before he could say another word, she leaned forward and kissed him as
she reached out and interlaced her fingers with his, spreading his arms out to
the sides and rubbing her breasts against his chest. There was no test of
strength here. There was no point in that. Ben was taken with this
unbelievable young woman and she was enthralled with him. "Bobby, why would
you be interested in someone as old as me?"

"Like I said, you've got to be someone pretty special to be in as good shape
as you are. At any age. The fact that you're older makes it even more cool, in
my opinion. Plus, an older guy has to be, by definition, more experienced, and
probably way better at pleasing a partner. And I think, though I don't know
for sure, but I think you've got a really big cock. She twisted her body and
in one powerful motion, pulled his shorts off. He did not, could not resist.
His dick sprang out like a jack-in-the-box, confirming her suspicions. She
returned to her upright position and pulled her shirt up over her head. Her
breasts were as perfect as the rest of her, and just as firm, something he
already knew from how they felt rubbing against his chest moments before.

Bobby started playing with her boobs, cupping their fullness, pinching her
pink nipples as she continued to talk. "You know, a lot of women, young women
and MILFs, I like that acronym, MILF, a lot of us who are fit and strong,
enjoy making whoever we're with do whatever it is that we want them to do,
simply because we can. And believe me, that is definitely something I do on a
regular basis, especially if the guy needs an attitude adjustment, if you know
what I mean." She smiled down at him. "Usually I just overpower him and make
him 'eat me' like my panties say. I have another pair that says 'made for face
fucking'. The young ones usually don't know how to please a women, so you just
have to make them please you. But you don't need an attitude adjustment, and
I'm sure you know how to please."

That said, Bobby slithered her way down and took Ben, Jr. full into her mouth.
As her tongue swirled, Ben's head was spinning. The physical sensations were
wonderful, and he was feeling very ambivalent about her age, but at the moment
she was pleasuring him with more expertise than any older woman he had ever
been with. Outlier indeed. He wanted to return the favor. With renewed energy,
he sat up and reached, grabbing her by the waist and lifting.

Bobby started to giggle, but did not release her oral hold on him. Slowly, Ben
turned her around and over so that now they were in a sixty-nine position and
he was on top. Pulling her "Eat Me" thong to the side, he did as her undies
ordered. Not long after, in the throes of a tremendous orgasm, Bobby arched
her back, lifting her weight and his as if it was nothing. She writhed and
bucked like a wild animal, flipping them over again so she was on top. She was
up slightly on her knees, arching her back and fondling her breasts as she
stared blankly at the ceiling.

Another mind-blowing orgasm had her screaming at the top of her lungs, "I knew
it. I knew you'd be the best." Looking down at his huge cock sticking up in
the air, she thought to herself that Ben had the best of everything, the
experience of a mature man with the youthful vigor of a finely tuned athlete.
To show off her athletic abilities, as Ben rested his tongue, Bobby went into
a handstand, hovering above him, twisted her body, turning herself around, and
lowered herself onto his manhood.

When they were playing football she had told Ben that she didn't know how to
hold back in anything, and now it was time to really let go. She fucked him
hard for fifteen or twenty minutes, he wasn't sure. The sex was so
frighteningly intense that Ben felt like he was being tackled to the ground
over and over. He was feeling her strength at full throttle, an unstoppable
force of nature. Luckily he was up for it. A lesser man would have been
seriously injured by this sexual dynamo. He would surely be sore tomorrow, and
probably bruised up, but not badly injured, and it was worth it.

Bobby finally slowed down from her non-stop thrusting after who knows how many
orgasms and looked down at Ben. Quietly she spoke, a voice so gentle as to be
in stark contrast to the wildness of her sexual pounding. "I can go for hours,
loverboy. How about you?"

"I think you've worn me out. You're so hot that even after all this, I'm still
hard as a rock. But I'm absolutely exhausted. I don't know which took more out
of me, the Q91Y or the sex goddess sitting on top of me right now."

"Well, I've got something left. Let me help out that rock hard cock of yours."
Bobby pulled herself off of Ben's bad boy and slid her way down his torso. She
put her hands under the small of his back, then pushed down with her elbows
onto the mat, lifting his lower torso slightly. And then she put his pulsating
cock in between her beautiful, hard tits and started to move up and down on
that bad boy. It didn't take long before Ben was twisting and writhing in a
tremendous orgasm. He bucked so wildly that he almost threw her off, but her
powerful arms held on for the full ride, as her magnificent tits gave him
sensations like he had never experienced.

Finally, he just completely collapsed as Bobby licked every drop of cum off
his abs and chest. "I guess I don't need that protein shake my Dad was getting
after all," she joked. "I had some shaken protein instead." She bounced to her
feet, still full of energy as Ben lay there with nothing left, staring up at
this young goddess.

Finally Ben found the strength to talk. "Bobby, don't you think that this age
difference is going to be a problem. I mean, look at you. You look like you're
ready to do it all over again and I look like I should be hooked up to an IV."

"Ben, let me tell you that you've already lasted longer than anyone else I've
ever been with." She stopped for a minute, pensive. "I don't want you to think
that I'm some kind of slut or nympho, or anything. I think it's just that when
you're as extraordinary as I am physically, it naturally leads to being a
highly sexualized person. Ya know, like I said, I'm real competitive, and for
me, sex is just another full contact sport. With some added bonuses."

She stopped talking for a minute and went into a handstand, walking circles
around a still prone Ben. Though she was upside down, her tits still stuck
straight out, and Ben's cock, which had been waning, once again stuck straight
up, saluting her awesomeness. Suddenly, she pushed hard with her arms and
landed on her feet, straddling him.

"See, Ben. Look at you. You're almost sixty years old, you've done a workout
that would absolutely wipe out most guys, no matter what their age, and you've
had several mind blowing orgasms. Now you're ready to go again. You are a
monster. A few weeks of training with me and the age difference will be a
distant thought. Ya wanna go again?"

"No, I really can't."

"Too bad, and yes, you really can." That said, she turned around to face his
feet and lowered her steaming pussy onto his face as she took him into her
mouth one more time. They came simultaneously in an almost out of body
experience, it was so fantastic for both of them. Bobby got up on her knees,
hovering over Ben, a few last drops of sweet female nectar dripping off her
pussy and down onto his face. His peaceful, unconscious face.

She smiled to herself. "You're mine, my wonderful man."