A Real Athlete  Pt. 2  
by Musclehead



Trish glanced over at her ringing cell phone, the ringtone set to "We are the
Champions" by Queen, an appropriate choice. Deciding not to answer it, she
returned her attention to pulling Dave's face farther into her crotch. Lying
on her back on her bed with her legs wrapped loosely around his torso, she
arched her back as she began another sexual convulsion. Her legs involuntarily
started to point towards the ceiling, lifting Dave's body up off the bed as
she bucked wildly. Seconds later her legs were swinging left and right as Dave
dutifully continued licking in spite of the fact that he was being tossed
around like a ragdoll.

"Oh, Dave, you're so talented," she moaned as she continued to writhe and
twist, eventually, unintentionally throwing Dave halfway across the room. As
he flew, his arm hit her phone, sending it flying as well. He sat up,
gathering his wits as he watched his muscle goddess twitching in the last few
seconds of her mind blowing orgasm, satisfied to know that his tongue could
cause this superior being to reach the heights of sensation that she was now
feeling. He glanced down at the phone and had a quiet laugh, causing Trish to
look his way.

"What is it, Davey?"

"That's Paul's number. It was him that called a few minutes ago."

"What does that little shit want?"

"Beats me. He hates you for the way you humiliated him. Not that he didn't
deserve it. He needed to learn that women can be equals to men, or in the case
of some, superior. And in your case, so superior that an argument can be made
that you are not even from the same species as the rest of us. But, for all
his anger, I think he still has the hots for you. Well, who doesn't?"

"That's nice of you to say, Dave. And I see that that big, thick cock of yours
thinks the same way as your brain."

"It worships you. I worship you."

"Then I think it's time for some holy communion," she laughed at her own joke
as she leaped from the bed slamming Dave to the floor on his back, and quickly
impaling herself on his rock hard member. Trish grabbed Dave's hands in hers
and slammed his arms above his head, while wrapping her legs around his. She
pulled herself up towards his head which caused his body to scrunch in like
she was crushing a soda can. Even though it was uncomfortable for Dave, he
didn't mind. Good thing, as he really didn't have a choice. She was so much
stronger than him that if she wanted to move their bodies in a certain way,
that's the way they were going, whether he liked it or not.

"Suck on my boobs," she gasped. Dave did as asked, but as Trish's moves became
more and more frenetic, it became harder and harder to do. Soon, her
magnificent, full, firm breasts were bombarding him like a couple of fists as
she moved left and right, up and down, all at once. Her legs were pulling him
in then pushing him out and her pelvic thrusts were so powerful and wild that
he feared for his physical well being, even as he became more and more worked
up, honored to be part of this experience with this sexual force of nature.

Trish was not a screamer, and neither was Dave, at least under normal
conditions. But these were not normal circumstances. Nothing involving Trish
could ever be considered normal. And right now, this magnificent creature was
pounding Dave into the floor so hard that Dave was screaming loudly, both from
unbelievable pleasure coupled with unrelenting pain. When Trish got going, and
she always got going, she was usually in such a state that nothing got through
to her but over the top sexual sensation she was experiencing. And right now
she was in the throes of some extremely intense orgasms piled one on top of
the next. The whole room, no, rather the whole house seemed to be shaking with
the pounding she was giving poor Dave, or was it lucky Dave?

Suddenly, there was a frantic knock at the door, a sound different enough from
the usual ecstatic moans and screams to temporarily shake Trish from her
sexual fog. "Dave, are you okay?" Sarah cracked the door open enough to catch
a glimpse of Trish on top of her brother. Trish had stopped momentarily and
pushed herself up on her arms. Her triceps exploded in detail, giving the
impression that her upper arms were as big as Dave's legs, her beautiful
breasts exposed to view, glistening with Dave's saliva.

After gathering herself, Trish looked down at Dave. "Yeah, Dave, are you okay?
Your sister wants to know."

It took Dave a full minute to catch his breath. Finally, "I'm okay, Sarah,
fine, actually." He paused for a few seconds. "No broken bones." They all
laughed in unison.

"Well, my brother, I envy you. Anyone who's lucky enough to spend some time
naked with Trish is a lucky person."

"I'll probably wear your brother out soon enough, Babe. Not to brag, but I
haven't been with anyone yet who can keep up with me. Will you be around?"

"Oh, God, Trish, I'm getting damp just thinking about it. I'll be in my room."
Sarah quietly closed the door and left.

Trish looked down at Dave, who was still breathing is if he had just run a
marathon. "Are you really alright, Davey?"

"Can we try another position?" Trish smiled down at his handsome face and
shook her head in the affirmative.

"Stay hard for me, baby."

"You've got me so turned on I think I'm gonna stay hard for the rest of my
life." Trish uncoiled her legs from his, planted her feet, and stood up,
lifting Dave like he was a baby while keeping him captured inside of her tight
pussy.

"Keep your hands on my shoulders, Baby," she said as she put her hands on his
hips. He wrapped his legs around her slim, muscular hips and they proceeded to
fuck with this muscle goddess standing up, Trish doing all the work with her
powerful arms. Each had a couple of more orgasms before Dave's head flopped
down onto her shoulder, the overmatched guy completely exhausted. Trish just
stopped for a minute, surmising the situation.

"Davey, you're done already? I'm just getting warmed up." While she was
pondering what to do next, her cellphone rang again. Squatting down so low
that her hard butt brushed the floor, she reached over and picked up the
phone, then stood back up, Davey still held tight with just one arm. She could
see that it was the same number as before, Paul. "Hello."

"Hi, Trish, it's Paul."

"What do you want, you little dickwad?"

"I just called to apologize. Am I interrupting anything?"

"I'm just giving your friend, Dave, the sexual ride of his life. Something you
would have been lucky enough to have experienced if you hadn't been such a
sexist jerk."

"I know. I'm sorry. Hey, I heard that you're gonna stay here and live at Sarah
and Dave's house all summer."

"Yeah, there are no jobs in my hometown. I went down to apply for a personal
trainer's job at the Silver's Gym here in town and even though they had no
openings, they hired me on the spot."

"The manager probably wants to fuck you."

"Well, duh, ya think? I wore tight running shorts and a cutoff tank top and
that was that. I've got twelve clients already, even in this economy. I gotta
go."

"Wait. Please. I was wondering if you want to go running sometime. Like maybe
tomorrow. I know you're way stronger than me, but I'd like to redeem myself by
proving that I'm a faster runner, at least over long distance."

"I guess ... ..I thought you hated me."

"No, no, ... . No I don't hate you, or anyone. I'm not a hater."

"What time and where?"

"I'll meet you at Dave and Sarah's, around seven, that okay? I like to run
really earlier."

After Trish closed up her phone, she turned her attention back to Dave. "Ready
for another round, champ?" Before he could answer, Trish walked over to the
wall and, with her hands still on his hips, uncoupled him and pushed him
slowly but surely up the wall with her amazing strength, taking him in her
mouth and giving him the best head he had ever had, while pinning him against
the wall at arm's length. He came so hard that as he finished, he simply
slumped, completely drained of energy, and drained of semen as well, for that
matter.

She took him over to the bed and tucked him in then went to the bathroom and
showered up, before heading off to find Sarah. Sarah's arm was still very
sore, having sprained it doing some tumbling on the lawn the day Trish had
rearranged Paul's outlook on life. While she didn't see herself as being quite
at Trish's level of physical perfection, she really was, and every bit able to
do anything that Trish was capable of. She was a very hot muscle babe who
could have any guy she wanted, but right now she only could think about Trish.
Sarah didn't consider herself a lesbian, (they never do), but something about
Trish's look and abilities that made her knees weak. The feelings were mutual.

As Trish entered Sarah's room, she found her down on the floor in only a
thong, doing one armed pushups, since her other one was still in a sling. "Oh,
girlfriend, you look so incredible, your legs, your back, and your ass looks
unbelievable." Since Sarah's legs were spread wide, as is done when doing one
armed pushups, Trish knelt down between Sarah's knees and reached out to
Sarah's tiny little panties. "Don't stop," Trish cooed as she pulled the thong
to one side, exposing Sarah's pretty, clean shaven pussy. Leaning forward, she
gently licked, causing Sarah to moan loudly, even as she continued to do her
pushups.

"How many have you done so far?" Trish managed between licks.

"Twenty," Sarah panted. Twenty is in amazing number for anyone, and even
though her other arm was in the sling, anyone who's ever had an injury knows
that any kind of activity can cause pain. And now there was the distraction of
having her pussy expertly licked. Still she continued. Trish was getting as
turned on by Sarah's fortitude as Sarah was from Trish's oral treat. They both
came simultaneously, Sarah collapsing down onto that injured arm even as her
body twisted and turned, causing her to let out a yelp of pain. Her legs flew
up and back, wrapping around Trish's head as Trish continued licking and
sucking. She rolled onto her back, causing Trish's neck to twist and pulling
her along, confirming that she was just as strong as her best friend.

Trish quickly readjusted her position so that the two beautiful musclebabes
were now in a sixty-nine position, and the girls proceeded to eat each other
out through several stupendous orgasms. When they finally stopped to catch
their breath, Trish moved to the side and lay next to Sarah, gently caressing
her body. How's your arm? I'm sorry if I hurt it."

"It's okay. I just landed on it when your awesome licking caused me to lose my
balance, otherwise I might have done fifty one armers, you had me so worked up
... .Hey, how's Dave?"

"He's resting comfortably." She paused for a second. "Did you ever think about
when some important person goes to the hospital because they have something
pretty trivial wrong with them? What a bunch of pussies. Ya know, like 'Former
President Jimmie Carter was admitted to the hospital today with stomach pains.
He's resting comfortably.' Stomach pains? How about something like Dave
Johnson was run over by a train today. He's resting comfortably." Both girls
start to giggle like a couple of pre-teen girls. When they finally stopped,
Trish added, "He's resting comfortably with a huge smile on his face. Now
where were we?"

The two beautiful hot girls went back to pleasuring each other with seemingly
inexhaustable energy for another hour before, finally satisfied, fell asleep
in each other's arms.

When they awoke the next morning, Trish looked over at her friend. "Well, I
finally found someone who can keep up with me. Hey Sarah, you got anything
going on this morning?"

"I was going to work out after breakfast, as much as my arm will allow."

"Do you think you could run?"

Thinking for a moment, Sarah finally replied, "Girl, if I can roll around on
the floor with you for a couple of hours, I think I can run. You're going
running?"

"Paul called me."

"That twit. What did he want?"

"That day when I met him, before I beat him up and used him for my pleasure,
he told me what his best time was running cross country at college this past
year. I told him that I could run faster than that when I'm just out for a fun
run, which, by the way, I can. So he called me, twice, while Dave and I were
enjoying each other's bodies. Dave recognized the number. Paul wants to show
me today that he can run faster than me. I guess it's time for more
humiliation. According to Dave, it seems that Paul hasn't learned his lesson
and wants some kind of revenge. Good luck with that Paul." They both took a
moment to laugh at his expense.

"What do you have in mind?"

"First, do you think you could beat him up, with your arm in a sling?"

"Yeah, I think so. I'm not as awesome as you, ... "

Trish interrupted, "Yes, you are, in every way. I'm surprised that Paul hasn't
noticed that before. But, after all, he couldn't figure out that I'm, like,
twice as strong a him by just looking at me, so anyway, ... . You are just as
amazing as I am. When I was licking you last night, in your ecstasy, you
flipped me over like a pancake. If you don't know how strong you are, well, I
do. So, here's the plan. I don't trust him. I think he's got some kind of
sabotage in mind. So, we'll go running, then I'll deal with whatever he thinks
is going to do to get me, ya know, get back at me. You wait till we're gone on
our run, then follow behind, without him noticing. After I ruin his plan, you
show up and ruin his life."

At seven o'clock, Paul arrived at Sarah and Dave's house. Trish had decided to
dress to be as much of a cock tease as possible, really tight running shorts,
rolled down a couple of times, and slit up the sides. She wore a pink,
tie-dyed wife beater with the logo, "yeah I run like a girl, try to keep up",
tied under her round boobs, a tiny bathing suit top instead of a sports bra
would be enough support under the top, her breasts were that firm. Her running
shoes had little pink pom-poms to emphasize her femininity. Trish wore a
baseball cap with her pony tail pulled through that space in the back, and
mirror sunglasses. She was a walking wet dream, or rather, a running wet
dream.

Trish could tell that Paul was extremely distracted by her outfit, but he
tried to focus on the task at hand.

"I'll tell you the route we'll take so that when I drop you, you'll still be
able to find your way." Paul was obviously still full of himself. "Do you know
the path through the woods to the lake?"

"Yeah, Sarah and I went there one day. It's about five miles, right?"

"Yup. You up for it?"

Trish just smiled. "Say when."

"Let's go." They took off running at a pretty good clip for the first mile,
about a six and a half minute per mile pace. Towards the end of the first
mile, Paul was beginning to breathe pretty hard, nothing alarming, but when he
looked over at Trish, she seemed to be breathing as if she was walking.
Sensing that Paul was looking his way, Trish turned her head towards him and
smiled.

"Are you warmed up yet?" She gave him a wide grin and then she took off. Paul
watched in amazement as those powerful legs propelled her forward and that
awesomely muscular ass churned away, causing her tight, slit shorts to start
to ride up those amazing cheeks. He tried to pick up the pace, but she dropped
him like yesterday's news. Paul couldn't believe that someone with so much
muscle could also have that kind of aerobic capacity. At this moment he hated
her even more than before. But he also hated himself, for in spite of his
negative feelings about his female nemesis, he was sporting some serious wood,
even as he was running.

He could only hope that his devious plan would still work. He had just assumed
that he would arrive at the lake before her. About a half hour later Paul ran
into the clearing near the lake. His first look answered his question
regarding getting revenge on this beautiful athlete. Stopping in his tracks,
mouth agape, he looked around to see all three of his friends tied to trees,
clearly roughed up, and two of them, both bigger than Paul, were standing,
backs to the trees with their arms behind them, and their shorts down around
their ankles with their dicks pointing straight out.

Paul's third friend, the biggest of all, was sitting at the base of the middle
tree, his arms tied behind him and around the base, with Trish's legs wrapped
around his head and the tree, her arms also holding on to the trunk,
pleasuring herself on his face as she pulled her powerful torso inwards to the
tree, crushing the poor guys head as she ground her pussy against his nose.
Hearing Paul's heavy breathing, she let go with her hands and arched her back
and head backwards, her awesome tits pointing up into the air as her the top
of her head came to rest on the ground, looking upside down at Paul. As she
played with her nipples through her wifebeater, squeezing even harder with her
powerful legs, eliciting a muffled scream from Paul's hapless friend, she
managed a few words. "Not what you were expecting, huh."

Trish unclenched her legs and gracefully rolled backwards and into a standing
position as the big guy's head flopped down. She slowly turned around to face
Paul. He gulped so loudly that she could hear it even though she was fifty
feet away from him. Slowly walking towards him, the movements of her awesome
physique so sultry, a symphony of muscular movement, she whispered, "You
should have gotten more help. No, seriously, that took less than five minutes.
And thanks for the rope. I assumed you were planning on tying me up. As you
can see, it didn't work out that way."

The guy on the left managed to speak. "We didn't have a chance, Paul. She
knows how to fight. She's incredibly quick and coordinated, and she's so
fucking strong. And it wouldn't have helped if you were here, she would have
whipped all four of us." The guy paused, whimpering slightly.

Trish looked away from that guy back towards Paul with a huge, shit eating
grin on her face. Then the guy on the right spoke, causing Trish to look that
way. "It was more like we were the ones being ambushed instead of her." She
looked back at Paul and shrugged her shoulders. Then she turned around to the
guy in the middle. "Do you have anything to say?" While she spoke, she flexed
her ass hard for Paul's sake. Then, turning back around towards Paul, "Oh, I
forgot. He can't talk right now."

She looked to the left again. "Did he pay you?"

"Yeah, and he said we might be able to get some of the finest tail on the
planet."

"He was right about one thing, I am some of the finest tail on the planet."

Paul felt like shitting his pants, but his ass was puckered way too tight for
that. He was literally shaking. "Are you going to beat me up again?"

"No, not me."

"Me." A voice came from behind. Paul turned around to see Sarah standing
there, dressed exactly the same as Trish, looking just as stunning, the only
difference being Sarah's arm in the sling, and she didn't have sunglasses on.
As Sarah walked towards Paul, Trish went back to the guy she had just face
fucked and untied his arms. She came back around in front of him and stood him
up, grabbing him under his armpits. Suddenly, he lashed out with his fist and
punched her in her rock hard abs. She just laughed, then returned the favor,
hitting him just once, so hard that he vomited. She stood him back up and tied
him to the tree, the same way as the others, and pulled his pants down also.

"Enjoy the show boys ... ... Sarah, I'm going to jump in the water for a
minute, I'll be right back." She kicked off her running shoes and stripped off
her shorts and top, standing there in the tiniest bikini, her body the
absolute ideal of what the perfect athlete should be. Noticing a rope hanging
from a tree near the edge of the lake, Trish took off at full speed, all eyes
riveted on the play of muscles as she ran as fast as a star sprinter towards
the rope, grabbing it in full stride, swinging out high over the lake and
flipping, once, twice, three times before disappearing into the water.

Sarah let out a loud moan, clearly aroused by another demonstration of Trish's
physical excellence, before turning her attention back to Paul, and just in
the nick of time, as he had already made the decision sneak attack. Ever the
cowardly weenie, he grabbed at her bad arm as he tried to use his forward
momentum to knock her off balance. But Sarah was just as quick as Trish.
Instinctively, her leg came in behind his and swung in an upward arc, so that
his body was thrown high where he hovered parallel to the ground about four
feet up, before crashing down hard on his back. She was already leaping high,
and using her gymnastics skills to do a mid air twist and came down hard on
top of him, leading with her good elbow, in such a way as to protect her
injured arm.

Sarah bounced to her feet as Paul lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his
body twitching and convulsing from the pain. She looked down at him
disdainfully, thinking to herself, "Maybe I am pretty awesome after all. Maybe
I just need to gain some confidence, the kind that Trish has in spades." She
sauntered over towards the first guy. "I think this fight is already over,
don't you? And to think that I ended it in, what, about five seconds, with one
arm in a sling." She went over to the third guy, the second one still slumped
over. "Did you ever think that things would turn out this way? Don't you think
that Trish and I are the hottest things you've ever seen?"

Sarah turned back towards Paul, who was still trying to catch his breath. For
the second time in less than two weeks he had had the wind knocked out of him,
a very unpleasant and frightening experience. Deciding to make things even
worse, Sarah ran toward Paul just as he was trying to sit up, and slammed into
him leading with her shoulder into his shallow chest. This time, the lack of
air was even more painful. Remembering how Trish had described how great it is
to plant her pussy on a guy's mouth while he's gasping for air, Sarah decided
to push the envelope even further. Pressing her advantage, she planted herself
on his face and ground her pussy into his nose and mouth so hard that as she
came, his legs flew up into the air kicking like he was in his death throes.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes, helping herself to several more
minutes of sexual satisfaction before calming down, sensing that Paul had
stopped struggling and was not moving. Opening her eyes, Sarah found her best
friend kneeling in front of her, smiling.

"How was it, Babe?"

"Everything you said it would be. Is he dead?" Just as she asked the question,
Paul let out a huge gasp, driving Sarah over the edge yet again. When she
settled back down again, Trish had another question.

"Do you finally accept that you are my equal in every way?" Before Sarah could
answer, Trish continued. "I want to show you something. Turn around." Sarah
got off Paul's face and was relieved to see that he was still breathing, but
his face was red and bruised. Looking down his weak, beaten up body, Sarah
laughed out loud to see that the pathetic guy had come in his shorts. A lot.
"That's not all," Trish continued. Taking Sarah by the hand, she led her
around, one by one to Paul's friends that were tied to the trees. The guy in
the middle had revived, and just like his friends, they had all ejaculated
watching this newest member of the muscle goddess club destroy their buddy.

"Four at once, girlfriend. That's pretty impressive. And these three were
clearly more fixated on your awesomeness and raw sexuality than they were with
their friend's well being." Trish stopped talking for a minute and reached
down to take Sarah's running shoes off as Sarah put her free hand on Trish's
shoulder for balance. Then Trish came up just high enough to sexily take the
hem of Sarah's shorts and pull them down to her ankles before reaching up and
grabbing her tight wifebeater, or rather, boybeater and pulling over her head
and free arm before maneuvering it down off the arm with the sling.

"Boys, do you like our matching bikini's?" Trish pulled her top off then went
to remove Sarah's. "Hey Babe, this is so awkward. Is your arm okay enough to
take this sling off?"

"Yeah, it felt pretty good this morning. I just wanted to leave it on for
extra support when I was running, and I wanted to affirm what I was pretty
sure I already knew, that I could beat the shit out of Paul, and easily at
that, with just one arm."

The two girls started fondling each other, brushing their beautiful boobs
against each other while running hands up and down muscular backs, over round,
hard glutes, up over capped shoulders, down vein covered biceps and on and on,
never stopping, moving from one perfect bodypart to the next. Soon, their
efforts caused the guys to come again, all at once, with no touching at all,
just the visual stimulation of two incredibly luscious girls exploring each
other's perfect bodies. All except Paul, that is, who was still out of it.

The girls had a good laugh at the guys expense, walking over to each one, and
doing some more girl fondling, telling the boys how awesome sex with females
like themselves could be if they hadn't fucked up by going along with Paul's
failed attempt at ambushing Trish. After a few minutes, Trish wondered,
"Sarah, baby, what shall we do for an encore?"

"I want to take two of these guys at once."

"Oh, you are getting soooo bold."

"Help me get my top back on." Both girls took a minute to put their running
clothes back on. They wanted to be ready to leave quickly when they were done.
No one else had been around at this early hour and they wanted to stay
anonymous. The object was to show these guys who was in charge, while sexually
frustrating them, and their running outfits were plenty sexy to get the job
done.

"Hey, let's give Paul a bird's eye view of the upcoming slaughter." Trish went
over to where there was an unused, long piece of rope sitting, took it and
quickly tied Paul's ankles together. "When I get up there," she said, pointing
to the big branch overhanging the area where they Paul still lay, "Throw me
the other end of the rope."

"Oh, Baby, you are so devious." The guys who were tied to the trees couldn't
hear what the girls were saying, so when Trish turned and ran towards the
middle guy at full speed, he feared for his life, closing his eyes and
cringing for the impact. Trish took off when she was about five feet from the
poor guy, jumping high and planting a foot on his shoulder before launching up
and grabbing a branch that was about twelve feet off the ground. Paul was
revived enough at this point to see this amazing feat and had now come to
understand how she had gotten into the tree in Sarah's back yard. It seemed to
him that this nineteen year old girl could do just about anything.

Trish shimmied out onto the branch until she was right above where Paul lay
and then Sarah tossed the other end of the rope up. Trish looped it over the
branch, held on, and jumped off. As she came down, Paul went up. When they
were about even with each other, about five feet off the ground, Trish wrapped
her legs around his torso, and tied the rope off back onto Paul's ankles again
and now he was hanging upside down. She gracefully dropped to the ground.

"One more thing before you start, Sarah. Which two guys do you want to tear
apart?"

"The ones on the left and right. You did too much damage to the guy in the
middle. I don't want anyone who's already completely worn out. I want as much
competition as possible from these dweebs."

"Okay then, but wait a minute. I'm going to turn him around and retie him so
that he's facing the tree and so I can be watching you while I use his face
for my pleasure." Trish went around the back of the tree and untied the guy's
arms and as she came back around to turn him towards the tree, he attacked
again, wrapping his arms around her head.

"It's good to see you've still got some fight left in you," she quipped, even
as her arms came in under his and the heels of her hands slammed into his
chest with such tremendous force that he flew backwards, his feet actually
coming off the ground a little as his back slammed into the tree. "Some fight
left for a split second," she laughed as his eyes rolled back in his head. He
stumbled forward, out on his feet, into her waiting arms. She wrapped them
around his chest, lifting him, twisting and slamming him onto the ground on
his back, with her on top.

"Sarah, baby, I'm facing the right way now. Go ahead with your demonstration.
I can see the action." Trish slid her way up to her favorite position, on the
defeated guys face, and proceeded to pleasure herself. Sarah turned to the two
remaining guys.

"Okay, fuckwads. It looks like Paul here will be discovered by someone later,
hanging upside down from this tree. Whether or not he's still sporting wood
will depend on whether he's still thinking about me and Trish. I'll bet he
will. And that idiot over there, lying on his back under my friend's beautiful
pussy, was stupid enough to think he could hurt her somehow, even after she
took on all three of you at once. What a fuckin' idiot. So he's going to be
discovered tied back up against the tree, his pants around his ankles. And
I'll bet he'll still be so hard a cat couldn't scratch that thing."

She continued. "So your incentive is this. Beat me and you'll go free. If you
don't, you'll be discovered just like your moron friend." She looked at the
dejected expressions on their faces. "Come on guys, have some confidence. I've
got one arm in a sling." She went over to the first guy to untie him,
whispering, "I really want to try taking both of you at once, so if you dare
to attack me before I get your buddy untied, I will hurt you so bad that your
injuries will be permanent." He looked in her eyes and could see that she
wasn't kidding. He could also see that she was extremely aroused and totally
confident in her ability to both destroy him and his friend at the same time.

They faced off readying themselves, a remarkable study in contrasts. To the
one side was a very hot female athlete, about five feet, five and a hundred
and fifty pounds of curvy, hard muscle, supremely confident in her abilities,
even though she would be using only one arm. Facing her, two guys, each about
five inches taller, with lean and not very muscular runner's bodies, their
lack of confidence so glaring compared to the beauty facing them in this
clearing in the woods.

"Are you guys ready?" They shook their heads. "You can't be ready if you've
got your arms defensively crossed on your shallow chests." Just as they
dropped their arms, Sarah ran at them, leaping high and leading with her open
legs at the guy on the right. He threw up his arms in defense, but the force
of her powerful body flying at him broke through his pathetic defenses and her
legs wrapped around him, one leg under his one arm, the other above the
opposite shoulder and around the back of his head. She threw her free arm up
and away as she arched her back and explosively twisted in the direction of
the other guy, slamming the two of them into each other, as she fell away and
flipped backwards, landing on her feet.

This fight was already over. As the two guys crumpled to the ground, Sarah
sauntered over to Trish. "Girlfriend," Trish managed between her moans of
pleasure, "You are something else. That was amazing. You got more?"

"I do, but they don't." She turned around. Paul's two hapless friends were
struggling to get to their knees. Sarah ran at them, plowing into them,
leading with her shoulder, unbelievably, the side with her slinged arm. She
used her momentum to roll herself overtop of them, catching one guy's head
between her legs, and the other guy in an amazing one armed cradle as she
completed her roll, pulling his legs in so tight that she could reach around
the back of his head and crush him into a ball. One arm stronger than his
entire body. She took her arm out of the sling momentarily to pull the other
guys face tightly into her crotch, then replaced the arm to protect it from
what she was about to do next. Applying both holds as tightly as her
overwhelming strength would allow, she started bucking around like a wild
animal thrashing two weak bodies around like a female tiger with an antelope,
two antelopes as she achieved a new level of sexual gratification, heightened
by her new awareness of just how amazing she truly was. Trish stared at her
friend in awe, allowing the events unfolding in front of her to push her to
new levels as well.

After about five minutes, it was over. All three of Paul's friend were on the
verge of passing out as Trish and Sarah retied them to the trees. The girls
went down to the edge of the lake and scooped some water into their caps,
dowsing each guy's face to revive him. Trish spoke. "I hope you guys have
learned your lesson." They went over to Paul, who was totally awake at this
point, thoroughly beaten, both physically and psychologically. "Watch this,
boys." They got on either side of poor Paul, hanging upside down, reaching
around him and grabbing each other's asses. They started kneading those
perfect, round glutes as they pulled towards each other, crushing his head
between their rock hard abs. In a few seconds, both girls were writhing in
ecstasy as he once again was knocked out, though his boner remained intact.

The girls looked over at the three jerks tied to the tree. All three had once
again shot their loads as they witnessed yet another demonstration of female
superiority, causing silly girlish giggles. "Ready to go, girlfriend?"

"Let's get out of here before anyone shows up." They turned and ran back into
the woods, running fast, like they hadn't expended any energy whatsoever
during the last hour, disappearing, those beautiful, powerful asses the last
thing the guys saw. About ten minutes later, the young men were discovered by
two female park police patrolling around the lake who had a good laugh at
their expense before determining that they needed to be taken to the local
hospital, just as a precaution.

Naturally, they guys never told anyone what had happened to them, though Dave
and Sarah's Mom and Dad often wondered why Paul never came around their house
anymore.