Hardscape  
by Musclehead



"So, what I envision, is a waterfall with all natural stone, obviously going
down into this new pool. And then the whole rest of this area surrounding the
pool to be multi-level patios, going with the natural lay of the land. Do you
think it's possible?"

"Anything's possible, young man. But it's going to cost a fortune, you know."

"That's not a problem. I was lucky enough to have been given an inheritance
from my grandmother that I invested wisely. I'm doing pretty well."

The landscape contractor was old before his time due to the back breaking work
he had done over the years, work that makes you strong, but also wears you
down. He felt a slight twinge of resentment, or rather, more accurately, envy
that this young man was wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, even though he had
done quite well over the years with his landscaping business.

As they walked around, the younger man, Bill, laying out his ideas about his
dream oasis in his expansive backyard, a question inevitably came up. "Sir, I
don't mean to be disrespectful, but I assume that you won't be doing the work
yourself. I mean, from what I understand, this is hard, heavy work. You're
walking with a cane."

"I oversee everything. Actually, when we're doing the dry laying of stone,
it's an art, picking the right pieces. You know, I won a national architecture
award for my stonework a few years ago." He stopped for a moment to ponder the
scope of the work ahead of him. Turning back to the wealthy young homeowner,
he continued. "A couple of my grandkids do most of the heavy work, and then I
hire some grunts. You know what a grunt is?"

"No, sir."

Frank decided that Bill was okay, even for a young person who in his mind
hadn't really earned his money. He was refreshingly polite. In Frank's mind
that was something sorely lacking in most of today's young people. Plus, he
didn't look like some kind of wimp. Even though they were both wearing
sweatshirts on this brisk spring morning, Frank could see that the young man
was reasonably sturdily built.

"A grunt is sort of the bottom rung job in the building and contracting
business. It's either an entry level person who will move up when they prove
themselves, or a person who's too dumb to do anything but the most menial of
tasks. You tell them to clean up the area, and the only response they need to
do is a grunt. Hence the name."

"Sir, this may be a stupid question, but I'd like to help some. Growing up, I
was kind of skinny and weak. I've been working out now for the last five
years, but I read this article in a workout magazine where the guy who wrote
the article kept saying, "If you want to get really strong, get out of the gym
and get a fuckin' job."

"Ain't that the truth. But my grandkids are way smarter about it than I was. I
used to tell me son that I didn't need to work out because I worked hard all
the time. But you need to do both, especially core work so that the hard work
doesn't break you down or hurt you. A couple of them have so much energy that
after working ten hours for me, they hit the gym almost every day and do some
sports too. Anyway, will you do grunt work, 'cause we don't have time to stop
and teach you skills?"

"Yeah, and money is really no object. I've been told that you're the best."

"Well, thank you, young man. I think we'll start with the prefab stone walls
and the patio."

A couple weeks later:

It was still kind of chilly that third day on the job. A lot of the heavy
machinery work was done and the backhoe was parked off to the side. There were
about a dozen pallets full of manufactured stone ready to be placed. Bill was
somewhat surprised when Frank's four grandkids had shown up and two of them
were girls. Everyone was bundled up on this chilly morning so Bill couldn't
make out what kind of bodies any of them had, but he could tell that they all
seemed very healthy and full of energy.

After some instruction from Frank, they set to work placing stones. With
pre-fab stones, after an initial layer is set, straight and level, all that's
needed is to place layer upon layer, making sure that no cinders or anything
is left behind, so some sweeping is done between successive layers. That job
was left to Bill. He was kind of disappointed. Sweeping was not going to make
him stronger.

Angela seemed to be the foreman. After about two hours of continuous stacking,
she said everyone could stop and take a ten minute break. Sam and Bob each had
a cup of coffee while Angela and Terry had chocolate milk. Bill had wandered
over to one of the stacks and went to pick up one of the blocks. He was
stunned at how heavy they were. "Fifty-six." A sweet voice shook him out of
his thoughts. "They weigh fifty-six pounds each. You were wondering how a
couple of girls could carry them, weren't you?"

"Um, well, sort of. Your grandfather told me that you all work out. I'm
surprised to see you drinking chocolate milk."

"It's a protein drink. And you'll see later on how Sam and Bob start to slow
down later while Terry and I stay on track. We're both way more dedicated to
health and fitness than they are. Also, just so you know, those blocks over
there," she pointed to some pallets, "those are eighty-eight pounds each." She
turned to the others. "Okay, guys. Ready to get back to work?"

Bill put the block back on the stack and picked up his broom. "Hey Bill.
Grandpa said you wanted to do some heavier work. That right?" He shook his
head. "Okay, give me the broom. I'll sweep for a while. You can be a stacker."
She gave him a big smile. His heart skipped a beat. She was so pretty and her
smile was dazzling and friendly. He couldn't wait to see what that body looked
like. Had to be pretty great in his estimation. Strong and fit, he assumed.

Within an hour, Bill's ass was dragging. Picking up fifty-six pound blocks and
placing them on the wall, about one every two minutes turned out to be very
hard work. With a warm, friendly, but knowing smile, Angela handed the broom
back to Bill and went back to stacking as he swept between layers. Just as
Angela had predicted, by late in the day, Bob and Sam had slowed
significantly, while Angela, and even much smaller Terry were going strong,
even seemingly quickening the pace. The day finally, mercifully ended.

"You'd better take a hot bath, Bill, or you're going to be really sore
tomorrow."

"Thanks for the advice, see you in the morning." He headed to the house, as
Frank came up to see how he was doing. "You were right sir, all four of your
grandchildren, workers are pretty amazing, but especially the girls."

"Well, Sam and Bob are good workers, but now that the day is done, they're
probably going to head to the bar and the girls are going to head home and to
their gym. They got that from their mom, my daughter in law."

And so it went, day after day, the guys slowing down by the end of the day
while Angela and Terry seemed to actually gain energy from the hard work. Bill
was getting used to the hard work and could feel himself getting stronger.
That guy in the magazine was right, "if you want to really get strong, get a
fuckin' job."

Angela was getting more friendly every day. He wondered if she might actually
might like him, or if it was just the work relationship. After all, even
though she was sort of in charge, Frank concentrating on the artistic aspects
of design the big waterfall, Bill was the client, the guys paying this
landscaping crew. He had also had his share of women who seemed to like him
just for his money.

The weather had stayed cool and everyone had stayed covered up, but, as was so
typical in this part of the country, it seemed to go from cold to hot in a
matter of days. On one of those hot warm mornings, Bill showed up around
nine-thirty, having had a doctor's appointment earlier that day. The guys had
on shorts and were already down to t-shirts. They were pretty well built, but
Bill felt good that he was already getting close to these guys, fitness-wise.
Considering that they had been doing this heavy work for several years now,
and he had only been working out for a few years and doing this work for a few
weeks, he had come a long way towards catching them.

He had been leaning against the recently finished wall, sipping coffee when
Angela and Terry came around from behind the backhoe.

His shock at seeing those amazingly muscular legs, so shapely, so sexy, with
the cutoffs and workboots, caused him to involuntarily spit out a spray of
coffee. Angela stifled a laugh, but Terry couldn't help herself. "It seems
that you like what you see."

"That's putting it mildly. Wow, both of you have amazing legs. I am in awe."
Both girls still had on their sweatshirts, but that would change soon enough.

"Bill, I always know, actually, Terry and I both always know when a guy likes
strong, athletic girls. So I hope you don't mind if we tease a little, ya
know, now that the weather has finally warmed. Well, are you ready to work?"

"As soon as I can get my blood flowing."

"You mean, get your blood flowing throughout your entire body instead of just
to one place?"

Bill flushed red with embarrassment. "Yeah." He smiled shyly.

They got to work on finishing up the one wall they they had been on for a
couple of days and soon they were all getting hot. During a short break,
Angela and Terry came over to where Bill was leaning against the wall, gulping
some water. "I know you've been dying for this moment, Billie. Can I call you
Billie?"

"Sure." Bill looked down at the ground, his shyness getting the best of him. A
second later he felt a finger on his chin, gently but firmly lifting his head
till he was making eye contact with this beauty of his dreams. Angela, and
Terry right next to her, slowly, seductively pulled down the zippers of their
baggy sweatshirts in unison. They both had on flannel shirts underneath, now
soaked with sweat, but whereas Terry's was tied up under her amazing breasts,
revealing a hard flat stomach, Angela had hers tucked in to her cutoffs,
showing no skin, but emphasizing the difference between her very small waist
and her very broad shoulders.

Angela paused, keeping the sweatshirt open, but still on as Terry removed hers
completely. Bill's eye moved in her direction as the sweatshirt slipped down
over nicely capped shoulders, the sleeves of the shirt having been cut off to
reveal round full biceps, each one with a vein running from the elbow up over
those round delts. She stood there, five feet three inches and probably a
hundred and forty pounds of hard curvy female muscle. Bill felt his breathing
getting shallower and shallower.

"Don't forget about me, Billie. He turned back to Angela just as her
sweatshirt hit the ground. Every bit as hard and curvaceous as Terry only
bigger, Angela was about four inches taller than Terry and about thirty pounds
heavier, plus or minus. But the thing that really stood out was her arms.

They were big, to be sure, probably around 15 inches. But they exuded
strength, extreme strength. And soon, very soon, Bill would get a
demonstration of just how strong those arms were. That's not to take away from
the rest of her extraordinary physique. Her shoulders were amazingly broad and
round, honed not only from years of working out, but from lifting heavy block
and stone over the last three years working for her grandfather.

Bill was so overwhelmed with all this feminine muscle that he was almost
shaking. Good thing that he was leaning against the wall or he might have lost
his balance. Terry came close and took Bill's hands, stretching them out to
the sides and pushing them back against the wall on either side of his chest.
Even though he was nine inches taller than her at six feet, and about fifty
pounds heavier, Terry leaned into him, her breasts against his lower abs. As
she stared up at him, she spread her legs slightly and pushed, Bill becoming
instantly aware that this smaller women was stronger than him. A lot stronger
than him.

And at the same moment, Terry realized that Bill was erect, very erect, and
very large. She lowered herself just a little, so her extraordinarily firm
breasts were right against his member, and she leaned in even harder, while
moving a little from side to side. He erupted instantly, and so intensely that
he almost passed out. Once his orgasm was over, Terry pulled away and walked
off, chuckling to herself, her amazing, muscular ass moving like a couple of
puppy dogs playing under a blanket.

Bill was beside himself with embarrassment. Thank goodness Angela had sent Sam
and Bob off somewhere where they didn't see what had just transpired. He
looked at the ground, ashamed to face Angela. But she offered soothing words.
"Bill, it's okay. Any guy would have cum with those great tits pressed against
his dick. Terry's quite a tease, don't you think? She's also about twice as
strong as the average guy of her size. And yes, she's stronger than a lot of
guys who are bigger than her, even reasonably strong big guys, like you."

Finally able to find his voice, Bill asked, "If she's stronger than me, and
you're quite a bit bigger than her, ... .."

Before he could finish, she interrupted, "Dumb question, Bill. You'll see soon
... ... Look, we both like it that you find us so attractive. The reality is
that pretty much all guys do. But many are so intimidated by us that they say
nasty things to hide their insecurities and won't admit that they find us to
be very hot ... .. Are you ready to get back to work?"

"Yeah. Thanks for not embarrassing me any further than I already am."

She took him by the hand. "Come on, let's go."

Angela called out to Bob and Sam, along with Terry to gather round, as grandpa
Frank had just arrived back from running some errands.

"Okay everyone, now we have to work on this wall over there that's up some
from the level where the pallets are. Bill, Angela tells me that you're
getting stronger every day. I'd like you to help on the lower level because
you're the tallest. It means that you have to carry the blocks then hand them
up to the people on the upper level. Then they have to take them another
twenty feet over to there," he pointed. "Angela will be with you 'cause she's
the strongest. Terry I want you to help me over at the waterfall. So Bob and
Sam, you're up top, placing stone, and you'll have to do the sweeping also.
Everybody got it?" He looked around. "Okay, let's go." He paused for a second.
"One more thing. Sam, spread a couple of blankets where Angela and Bill will
be putting the block, in case someone slips. We don't want any broken pieces.
I figured this job tight. We don't have a lot of extras."

As Bill and Angela walked toward the pallets to get started, Angela explained,
"These are the eighty-eights, quite a bit heavier. But they do have the holes,
making the easier to grab. Anyway, pace yourself." And they were quite a bit
heavier as Bill quickly found out. In addition to being heavy, they have to be
held with elbows out and arms bent slightly or they will rub against the
forearms, causing them to get quite raw by the end of the day. Holding them
with arms bent puts a lot of stress on the biceps but Bill was surprised and
pleased to find himself up to the task.

He had just made his first pass, having to walk about thirty-five to forty
feet each time. As he was walking back, he passed Angela and was astounded to
see how huge her biceps looked under the stress of carrying the stone with
those bent elbows. "Holy shit," he thought to himself, "I can only dream about
having arms like that someday."

As the work continued, Sam and Bob started teasing, "Come on, you two. Pick up
the pace. We're standing around waiting for more blocks."

"How can we pick up the pace, we have to walk twice as far as you." He looked
over at Angela, who was un-buttoning her flannel shirt. Good thing he wasn't
holding a block at that moment or he would have dropped it on his foot. She
had on a tank-top, tied high under her glorious, gravity defying breasts and
soaked in sweat. Her core, her abs and obliques, her back, were unbelievable.
Such power oozing from every pore. And so hot and sexy. Bill was feeling light
headed again, just looking at her.

Sensing this, Angela coached him, "Bill, I'm glad I have this effect on you,
but you've gotta concentrate on the task at hand." But Bill couldn't tear his
eyes away from that beautiful torso. Angela decided to give him one more
thrill before getting back to work. She rolled the waist of her cutoffs down a
couple of times, exposing her wonderous devil's horns. "Billie, snap out of
it. Show me what you've got. We've got to pick up the pace."

She pulled her work gloves back up, even a small movement like that causing
her arm muscles to respond, but it was nothing compared to what happened next.
Turning to the pallet, Angela stuck her fingers into the holes and as she
picked up one block in each hand, her arm muscles literally exploded in
definition, the veins popping out so much, you could almost see the blood
pulsing through them. Turning towards their destination, she held the blocks
out away from her body a little so her hips wouldn't get all scratched up,
causing her shoulders and upper back to pump up the way her arms just had.

Bill looked away, knowing that if he dwelled on her physical perfection for
even one more second, he would lose it. He knew that there was no way he could
duplicate her feat of strength so he didn't even try. But he grabbed a block
and tried to walk faster than before, hoping that at least he could help a
little towards getting the blocks to Sam and Bob faster.

When Angela got to the wall, she put one block down on the ground at her feet
briefly and placed the other up on the blanket, then did the same with the
second one. The combination of Angela's two blocks at a time and Bill's
quicker pace allowed them to keep up the flow to the guys for a while. But
then, just to jerk their chains, or just their competitive streak, Bob and Sam
started going faster and started razzing Angela and Bill once again.

They stopped for a few seconds by the pallets. Angela turned to Bill. She gave
him a seductive smile. "My cousins know better than to ever try competing with
me. Maybe they're trying to get your goat." She reached out and touched his
member, stroking it gently.

"Stop. Please. Just being near you has me on the edge. If you touch me again
I'll explode."

"Sorry. I should know better. I just want to inspire you right now. The
explosions can come later. Do you have it in you to take it up a notch?"

"I can't carry two at a time."

"Can you walk faster?"

"I think so. But what can you do for an encore? What you're already doing is
almost beyond comprehension."

"We'll see. I'll try to walk faster, ... ... among other things."

"Hey you two, quit yappin' and bring us some blocks."

Terry looked over from where she was working with Frank. She knew that even
though her cousins were just messing with her older sister, she decided to
enter the fray. "Hey Sam, how would you like me to come over there and shove
your head up your brother's ass so we don't have to listen to you anymore."

"You hush up, Terry." Frank knew that his grandchildren liked to tease each
other, but right now he wanted to see some work getting done.

Turning to Bill one more time, Angela whispered, "Let's shut them up with our
actions." She grabbed two blocks and took off, Bill right behind her. He was
still able to pass her due to his longer legs and lighter load. Getting to the
wall first, he placed his block and turned around, and quickly stepped aside
and watched in absolute awe as Angel got to the wall and heaved the heavy
block in her left hand up with just one arm, immediately followed by the one
in her right. She turned to Bill and smiled. "That ought to cut a few seconds
off each trip ... ... Close your mouth before you catch a fly. Let's go."

And so it went. Even at this pace and with this amazing feat of strength at
the end of each pass, Angela seemed to be gaining energy as she went. To his
credit, Bill kept up pretty well. Soon, the blocks were piling up as now it
was Bob and Sam who weren't keeping up with Angela and Bob. Terry put in her
two cents once more. "Come on, you faggots," she yelled across the yard. "What
a bunch of pussies. You're letting a girl and an inexperienced guy eat your
lunch." Frank didn't say anything this time, he just chuckled to himself.

"Terry's a little fireball, isn't she?" noted Bill.

"Yeah, she's the aggressive one of the two of us. And that's a good thing.
It's always been that way, even when we were little. I'll never forget the
first time she pinned Sam to the ground. He was twelve. She was seven and way
smaller than him."

"And you?" Bill's interest was piqued.

"I keep it in check. In case you haven't figured it out yet, there's not too
many people who can match my strength, even well trained guys who are bigger
than me. I'd be afraid of really hurting people. Terry fights. I do yoga."

"Every passing minute I become more amazed by both of you."

"Hey, I've got an idea. Like I said, I'm not a fighter, at least not very
often. But I do like to mess with my cousin's heads. It's almost noon. Terry
gave me an idea."

A little while later, Frank yelled to everyone to break and get something to
eat. When Sam and Bob got to their lunchboxes, Bob looked over at his
beautiful cousin in disbelief and anger. "You ate our lunch." Terry burst out
laughing as Angela sat there with a shit eating grin on her face. Much to
Bill's surprise, both guys just sulked off.

Seeing the incredulous look on Bill's face, Frank chimed in, "They know better
than to mess with Angela."

Angela got up and went over to the guys. "Hey, we ate your lunch, now you can
eat ours." She handed the guys a couple of bags. Bill was quickly becoming
aware that this woman of extraordinary strength was also a kind and gentle
soul.

While the guys finished eating, Angela went over and started to climb onto the
forklift. "Don't bother, Angela," called Frank. "The battery is dead." So she
went over to the little Kubota tractor they had. Everyone watched, wondering
what she was going to do. Pulling the tractor close to where the pile of
blocks that she and Bill had been piling, she lifted the bucket up even with
the level and turned the bucket out some, so it was open towards the pile,
then turned the teeth of the backhoe bucket at the other end of the tractor
downward and buried them down into the ground for traction. Putting on the
brake, she turned the tractor off and climbed down.

"What the hell is she doing?" wondered Bob as Angela wandered over to a pile
of scrap wood, picking up a two by six that was about four feet long. She went
back and placed the board leaning up against the base of the pile then climbed
up into the bucket. She turned around and noticed everyone watching her to see
what she would do next. Bracing her feet inside the bucket, she placed her
hands on the board about shoulder width apart. She was now parallel to the
ground, her arms and legs bent since the distance from the bucket to the pile
was less than her height.

She started to push. Nothing happened. But she didn't stop. Her entire body
was shaking, literally one flexed, straining muscle machine. Slowly, but
surely, her arms and legs started to straighten and the pile started to move.
The entire pile. Everyone was aghast. A quick bit of addition, 21 blocks in
all, and Bill figured that she was pushing over eighteen hundred pounds. Plus
the tractor slid a couple of inches in the other direction, even with the
brake on and the teeth of the backhoe bucket buried five or six inches into
the ground.

"Holy Shit." It seemed that more than one of those observing said the same
thing under their breath as they watched Angela climb down and put the tractor
back where it was.

She came back to the group. "There, now Bill and I have more room since you
guys are so slow doing the job that's way easier than what we're doing."

Everyone noticed that her nipples were very erect, but only Terry had the guts
to comment. "I see that your unbelievable display of strength turned you on as
much as it did me."

"Terry!" Frank glared at her.

"Oh, Grandpa, you know what a wild thing I am. Don't pretend otherwise."

"Well, you don't have to flaunt it so much. Don't forget that Bill here is
working with us, but he's also our customer. I wouldn't want him feeling
uncomfortable because of your crude mouth." He turned to apologize to Bill,
but he had wandered off, no doubt to cover up the fact that he was having
another embarrassing moment.

At the end of the day, everyone was exhausted, everyone of course except
Angela and Terry. Both women were drenched in sweat, just like everyone else,
but they still seemed to have plenty in the tank. Frank was tired. In spite of
his broken body, he still tried to do some work. He and his granddaughter
worked well together. Bill was tired, but proud that he had done better than
Sam and Bob. Since that first day when he saw Angela drinking a protein shake
and commenting on the dedication it takes to be truly fit, strong and healthy,
Bill had decided to extend his efforts to his whole life. No more alcohol, no
junk food, not that he ate much junk anyway, and after an initial cup of
coffee or two, and lots of water.

As per usual, as everyone joined in to put tools away, etc., Bill went around
to individually thank everyone for a hard day's work, his politeness showing
through once again. He always went to Frank last, a sign of respect, almost
flipping the contractor/customer relationship on its head, further impressing
Frank, who was growing to like this young man more and more every day. And
Frank, a wise and observant man, had noticed the dynamic between Bill and his
older granddaughter. When Bill got to him, Frank offered, "Young man, you
don't have to thank me every day. You're paying me well, very well. That's
thanks enough."

"It's just my upbringing, sir."

"Well, your parents did a fine job. By the way, I think my Angela likes you as
well." He noticed the hesitancy in Bill's demeanor. "You seem unsure."

"She's so awesome, and beautiful. Why would she be interested in me?"

"Well, I can tell you, it's not because of your money." Reading Bill like a
book, he continued. "I'm sure that you have doubts considering your wealth,
you probably have women who are only interested in your money, but you have
many other qualities. She's a smart girl, and I know that she could care less
about your wealth. She leads a very simple life. The apartment she shares with
Terry is almost Spartan, at least her part of it. She works, she works out,
and she reads. If she likes you, it's 'cause she likes you. She's no gold
digger. And if you want to reciprocate, that's fine with me."

"Thank you, sir. I do like her very much. But I'm also in awe of her."

"Just go with your guts." With that, Frank limped over to his pickup and left
for the day. Bill turned around to see that the guys had left also. Angela had
gone off to fulfill her perceived duties as foreman and Terry was standing
there staring up at him. The look in his eyes told her instantly that he was
totally intimidated by her. Slowly she started to close the distance between
them, causing Bill to involuntarily take a step back. She stopped for a second
to laugh, then took another step towards him. Bill was staring like a deer in
the headlights at Terry, hypnotized by this aggressive young woman, so much so
that he didn't even see Angela come in from the side. Neither did Terry until
a hand grabbed her arm and lifted her off the ground slightly. One hand, one
arm. She simply swung Terry away from Bill and set her back down.

"Go get in the truck." Terry gave Bill one last look, then turned and did as
she had been told. Angela turned back towards Bill. "She likes you."

"She scares me."

"She's just trying to get a reaction from you. She hasn't learned yet to be
more subtle with her extraordinary gifts."

"Like you have." She smiled at him, a soft smile, a smile very different than
the one he had experienced a few seconds before from her younger sister.

"What did my grandfather say to you?" She gauged his body language, noticing
that the rigidness, borne of fear of Terry, was draining from his body. "Tell
me the truth, Billie."

"He said he thought you liked me."

"I do."

"And not just for my money."

"I don't care that much about money. I like you for your politeness, for you
intelligence, for your honesty. I also think you're very attractive. And look
how dedicated you are. Look at how far you've come improving your fitness and
strength and stamina in just a month ... ..Yes, I find you very attractive
indeed."

"But you are so far out of my league."

"Don't say that. Look, I know that physically, at least, I'm rather unique. I
don't mean for that to sound conceited, or self-centered. But, some things
can't be denied. But, having these gifts has its drawbacks, though. It hurts
to know that you are so intimidated by me."

"How could I not be? Terry has already shown me in no uncertain terms that she
could destroy me if she felt like it, and clearly the dynamic between you and
her is that she dare not fuck with you. If she's afraid of you, where does
that leave me on this food chain?"

Angela laughed out loud at that metaphor. "I haven't heard it put that way
before. I'm not going to eat you."

"But you could."

"I want to fuck you."

Bill was taken aback by her directness, but found his own thoughts spilling
out of his mouth with equally surprising frankness. "Me too. I want to fuck
you more than anything. I can't get you out of my mind. It's not just that I
want to fuck you, I am drawn to you like a moth to flames for other reasons
that I can't quite understand."

"But we can't fuck yet. You're not ready."

"What do you mean?"

"You've come a long way. You're fit and strong, but you're not ready to have
sex with me yet."

Bill detected a certain sadness emanating from her. "Angela?" She got a tear
in her eye, the first sign from Bill that this formidable young woman actually
had a vulnerable side. He reached out and took her hand.

"I usually can only have sex with huge muscle guys who are almost always
self-centered morons. Otherwise, there's always a chance of someone getting
hurt during some wild fucking and that injured person is not me. I tend to
lose control during sexual encounters. Not good." Just then, the horn honked.
They turned to hear Terry yelling from the pickup that it was time to get
moving.

"See, she's not too intimidated by me ... ..Come over and do yoga with me
tonight. I've already felt a mental bond with you. Yoga help create a
spiritual bond as well as providing physical benefits. If we're going to have
sex, and we are going to have sex at some point, soon, when you're ready,
you'll need to be flexible, as flexible as possible. Yoga will help." She
leaned forward on her toes and kiss Bill, then turned and trotted to the
pickup. "You drive, Terry. I can't concentrate right now."

The doorbell rang and Angela answered wearing a short white terrycloth
bathrobe and black leggings, which, rather than hiding the muscles of her
legs, highlighted them.. Angela greeted a pretty big guy, about six feet tall,
with a decent body, nothing special, but he was handsome, she thought. "Oh,
hi. You must be here for Terry. I'm Angela, her sister. I'll get her."

"Thanks. My name is Mike." His eyes followed those amazing legs of this
beautiful woman as she walked away, almost forget momentarily that he was here
for the other sister. A minute later, Terry came out to greet Mike, fully
clothed, with tight jeans and a long sleeved shirt so that anyone could see
that she had a great body, but there was no hint of the muscles underneath.
Angela knew her sister well enough to know that this guy was going to be in
for a big surprise before the evening was over. A big surprise.

"See ya later, sis," she said as she and Mike headed out the door. A few
minutes later the doorbell rang again. This time it was Bill.

"Hi. Did you pass Terry and her friend on their way out?"

"Yeah. Is that her boyfriend?"

"I've never met him before. She really gets around. She's out on any night
that she's not working out. I told you she's a wild one."

"This is a nice place."

"Want a tour?"

"Sure." They walked through the foyer to the living room, which was quite
spacious and somewhat sparsely furnished, like Frank had said. They went down
a long hallway and Angela opened a door.

"This is our workout room." The room had wall to wall mats, a rack filled with
dumbbells at one end, with pairs all the way up to a hundred and twenty
pounds. At the other end was a pullup bar, a bench and that was it.

"No equipment?"

"Unnecessary. All you need is some dumbbells and your own bodyweight. Let me
show you Terry's room. Brace yourself." Terry's room was a total mess. Lots of
clothes all over the place and a king-size four poster bed. "She doesn't clean
up much. My room is a little different. She opened the door to her room. One
wall was floor to ceiling bookcases. There was a futon, a very large one, in
one corner and two yoga mats laid out in the middle of the room. A small table
had a taptop sitting on it. That was it. Like Frank said, rather Spartan.

"Are you ready to do some yoga, Billie?"

"I am." Bill took his jacket off, then his shoes and jeans. He had yoga pants
on underneath his jeans.

"Yoga pants. Have you done this before?"

"I have."

"Well ... ... ..maybe things will progress more quickly than I had
anticipated."

"I, ... ..we can only hope so."

"And you know about 'Chi'?"

"Are you referring to the legendary Chinese Dragon or the legendary Chinese
life-force?"

"Aren't you something?" a rather taken aback Angela responded. "I guess I was
talking about the life-force, or rather the state of concentration. If Terry
brings her date home, we're going to need that concentration. These walls are
paper thin.

Angela excused herself for a few minutes and went into the bathroom. While she
was gone, Bill started to survey some of the books on her shelves. The only
fiction were the classics, including a version of the complete 'Remembrances
of Things Past" by Marcel Proust, in French, no less. Lots of serious books
here, Jean Paul Sartre, a biography of Leonardo DaVinci, Thoreau, "The
Structure of Evolutionary Theory" by Stephen Jay Gould, some very heavy stuff
on these shelves. When Angela came back into the room, Bill was holding the
weighty tome on DaVinci.

The sound of her voice pulled him back from his thoughts. "Did you know that
as a young man, DaVinci was a street performer? A strongman to be specific. He
did things like bending horseshoes, stuff like that."

"From what I saw today, I'll bet you could bend a horseshoe."

"I can ... ... ..But right now I want to do yoga, and further connect with
you."

"Maybe next time we can do it in my library. I hope you're as impressed with
my collection as I am with yours."

"I'm sure I will be." She undid the belt of her robe and set it on the futon.
Bill once again gasped, not quite yet used to the physical perfection of this
woman. Angela had on her aforementioned leggings, cut very low on her
powerful, slim hips. A ribbed tanktop that looked like it must belong to Terry
rode up on her powerful torso and hugged her perfect breasts, that defied
gravity with such authority that they seemed to point slightly upwards instead
of merely straight out. As Bill stared, mouth open, Angela explained, "Bill,
you've done yoga, you know that we can't have lots of clothes confining us
when we go into certain positions."

"Yes, but you're so perfect, so hot, I ... ... .I just haven't gotten used to
it yet. Talk about disturbing my 'Chi' with talking from the other room, your
beauty is enough to make my 'Chi' non-existent."

"No, you have to make your 'Chi' even deeper."

"I'll try."

She put the DVD in the laptop and they started. Over the next hour and a half,
they went through the beautiful moves and positions, Angela glancing over at
Bill once in a while, very pleased by what she saw.

BOOM. "What was that." Bill was shaken out of his reverie. Another boom and
then a loud, pained grunt, a male voice. That was followed by crashing sound.
Bill was having a hard time concentrating. "What's going on in there."

"Shhhhh, I told you the walls were paper thin."

"I thought we'd be hearing talking."

"No, I think we'll be hearing a sexual encounter, Terry's way." Another grunt
in a male's voice was followed by a squeal of delight in what was obviously
Terry's. Difficult as it was, both Bill and Angela managed to regain their
focus and finish their yoga, blocking out what sounded like a mugging going on
in the next room. When they were done, Angela came over to where Bill was
sitting in the lotus position and sat facing him, also in the same posture.

As he opened his eyes and looked into her beautiful face, they heard a muffled
scream coming from the guy, who they presumed to be Mike, the guy Terry had
gone out with earlier. Angela started to talk quietly, almost hard to hear
above the din coming through the walls from Terry's bedroom. "Terry's a wild
one, like I told you. I think your word, fireball, doesn't begin to do her
justice. She's not mean or anything. She's just very competitive, and she like
to show off her overwhelming physical strength as well as her sexual power,
usually both at the same time. What she did to you earlier this morning was
nothing compared to what she's done to many a guy. And like what she seems to
be doing to poor Mike right now. She's an unstoppable sexual whirlwind, as
Mike is finding out."

They sat looking at each other, trying to be trancendent as Angela's wild
young sister did her own version of moving to another plane of existence next
door, but it was impossible to concentrate.

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam ... ... Angela couldn't surpress a smile. "What's she
doing now? queried Bill.

Through her amusement, Angela explained. "She always uses the wall between our
rooms, on purpose I think, so I won't miss it. And she knows that you're here
also, so she's doing it for your entertainment as well. She's probably got him
sitting on the floor, with his back against the wall, and she's standing, most
likely with her arms spread, leaning into the wall and into his head, possibly
holding his arms completely under her control and slamming her strong pelvis
into his face, for her pleasure and to let him know that he has no chance of
stopping her from doing anything she wants with him and to him. I guess you
didn't notice, but there are actually dents in the drywall in her room from
previous encounters."

Bill's mind was whirling at this point. Here he was, listening through a wall
to a sexual wild animal having her way with a much larger man, and he was
sitting in a lotus position facing the older sister, the only one capable of
keeping the wild younger sister in line due to her own overwhelming strength.
He pondered what Angela had said earlier about how she had to keep herself in
check, while the competitive Terry pretty much did anything she wanted. He had
to wonder what would happen in a physical, sexual encounter with this larger
sister. He hadn't forgotten that Angela said that she lost control of herself
during sex, and when that happened, people could get hurt.

Bam, bam, and then a muffled scream, followed by another very loud thump. Bill
looked quizzically into Angela's eyes, as if expecting a play by play of the
one sided encounter going on next door. "At some point she wraps her legs
around his head, then rolls back, flipping him over top of her, with them
landing, him on his back and Terry on his face ... ... I've learned to
interpret the sounds." Suddenly there was a loud, ecstatic moan. Angela
smiled. "You can figure that one out for yourself ... ... ... Bill, you're
shaking."

"I can't help it."

"I know what you're thinking. You're trying to do the math, so to speak. Mike
is bigger than you. Terry is smaller than me. She tossing him around and
forcing him to do her bidding as if he were a small child. You're wondering
what peril you'd be in with me." She took a deep breath. Her eyes got slightly
misty. "You're surely stronger and in better shape than that poor guy my
sister is ravaging right now. And you really surprised me that you're as
advanced at yoga as I am. But there is still risk." They sat quietly for a
moment, both wanting the same thing, both pondering the possibilities.

Next door things had momentarily quieted down. All that could be heard were
moans of arousal from her and whimpering from him ... ... CRASH. The sound of
wood splintering shook Bill and Angela out of their quiet moment. Angela
jumped up, startled by a new sound she hadn't ever heard before coming from
her sex crazed sister's room. She ran to the door, closely followed by Bill.
Out in the hallway, they found Mike, flat on his back, barely conscious with
Terry impaled on him, on her knees, her thighs on either side of his hips,
facing his feet, leaning back with the weight of her upper torso on her arms
and on his wrists, his arms splayed out to the sides. She was fucking him with
frightening intensity, her back arched, her tits sticking straight up and her
triceps exploding with size and definition. Her bedroom door was broken off
its hinges, splinters all over the place, some of the doorframe casing broken
as well.

Bill stood there in shock and disbelief. "Is this what will happen with me and
you, Angela?" She turned back to him, her hand over her mouth, covering her
laugh, but her eyes gave away how amused she was with her little sister's
sexual stunts. While Angela was turned away, Terry switched her position.
Staying coupled with the unfortunate Mike, she leaned towards his feet, tucked
his arms under her legs, then straightened them, forcing her ankles and calves
under his back. She crossed her ankles and started to squeeze his torso, as
she grabbed his legs, stretching them as far as she could reach, and started
pounding again.

Not only was it an amazing sexual position, but with the thrusting of her
hips, she was coming up and down off her toes and her hands, basically doing a
sexual "Jack Lalanne Pushup", a truly unbelievable feat of strength. Angela
and Bill watched in disbelief, then suddenly both of them feeling funny,
because they wanted to have sex themselves, not watch it with someone else,
not matter how unique that sexual display was.

Angela grabbed Bill by the arm and led him back into her room. "Well, what did
you think of that?"

"I'm not into violence or anything, but I have to admit that her wild
sexuality and overwhelming strength turn me on more than I would have ever
imagined."

"So, my sister turns you on?"

"Not like you do. But how could anyone who has no problem with strong,
aggressive women, indeed finds them much more attractive than weak, submissive
women not find your sister to be a turn on? And there's only one more woman
that I've ever met who's more amazing than your sister and that's you. The
very thought of your strength puts me over the top. Are you as much of a
sexual animal as your sister?"

"Not exactly. You saw what she did to that guy. She wasn't trying to be
violent. That's just the way sex with her is, and that big guy was simply no
match for her. I'm much more cerebral, not a wild animal like she is, but when
I'm in the throes of an orgasm, I can't control my strength, and if bodies are
twisted up, or in compromising positions, my power wins out. One time, my legs
were sort of intertwined with my partner's, and I dislocated both his knees
when I came. I don't intentionally try to break a guy's neck with my pussy,
but it could happen. I've never thrown someone through a door while
copulating. Terry doesn't go out of her way to hurt the guy she's with. She
just doesn't care if he can't keep up with her and he might be injured during
the out of control sex. And me, I have hurt people, even thou I don't mean to,
and I never want to again."

"I'm willing to take my chances." Angela slowly, gently took Bill's clothes
off, gasping at the size of his bad boy. Then she pulled down her tights and
pulled her tanktop over her head, accidentally tearing it as she pulled it
over her broad shoulders. Now it was Bill's turn to gasp, not quite yet being
used to her physical perfection.

As Angel started to gently caress Bill, and he returned the favor she spoke
quietly, "I'm sure you're in better shape than that guy. I can see that you
are. I can feel that you are. Now that I know you do yoga, I think that your
flexibility might be help you to handle some rather unique positions. But I
think we might need some kind of safe word. Something that will cut through
the sexual trance that I often find myself in."

"How about the word "Grandpa"?" It was Terry's voice, coming from the doorway.

"What happened to Mike?"

"I sent him on his way. I dressed him. But I put his pants on backwards and
his shirt, inside out. Just my little joke. By the way, as beaten and bruised
as he was from servicing me, he begged to see me again. As soon as he's
healed. I think he collapsed outside our door after I helped him out." She
started giggling like a little girl. She came out of the darkness towards the
flickering candlelight. Bill could see that her perfect, powerful, naked body
was as flawless as Angela's, just a smaller version. Like her sister, Terry
was clean shaven, and her pretty pussy was glistening with saliva, her labia
puffy from over-stimulation. She was breathing deeply, and her whole body
seemed to be pulsing with sexual energy. She sexily walked toward the futon
where the couple were kneeling. "May I join you?"

Bill's heart just about jumped out of his chest. Most guys can only dream of
being with two women at once, let alone two of the most perfect women
imaginable. But he was conflicted. He was making a deeper connection with
Angela than just mere sexuality, and also, the very thought that either one of
these women could accidentally put him in the hospital with their voracious
sexual appetites was actually frightening, very frightening.

Terry moved a little closer. "I said, may I join you?"

"No. This isn't just about sex, which is the only thing on your mind."

"Oh, come on sis." Terry just kept coming forward. She was staring at Bill
with those hypnotic eyes. She moved like a cat coming for its prey. Suddenly,
Angela sprung up and in about two seconds had Terry completely under her
control. Bill was beside himself with disbelief at just how easily Angela
handled Terry, an overpowering person in her own right.

"If you want more sex tonight, you're just going to have to go out trolling."
Angela escorted Terry to the door, or rather carried her, Terry's arms pulled
up behind her back, her feet a few inches off the floor. After she closed the
door, she locked it and turned back to Bill.

From the other side, a shout came. "I can bust this door down if I want to."

"But you won't if you know better." She turned back to Bill. We don't really
need a safeword, lover. We're going to do some tantric yoga, sex yoga. All
yoga involves control. I was just testing you to see how much you wanted to
have sex with me, even if you were willing to risk bodily injury." And so they
had beautiful, cosmic, spiritual sex.

Later, as they lay quietly in each other's embrace, ... ..Bam,bam,bam,bam. "I
guess Terry found another partner, or should I say victim." They drifted off
to sleep as the energizer bunny next door just kept going and going.

End of pt.1