Hardscape, pt. 2  by 
Musclehead



Bill awoke surprisingly refreshed considering what he had been through the
night before, both physically and psychologically. He had spent two hours
doing yoga with a young woman who was so extraordinary of both mind and body.
Then he had seen a five foot three inch hundred and forty pound female sex
machine totally overwhelm a much bigger guy, using him for her feral pleasure.
And after that, Bill had sex with the woman of his dreams, a woman who was so
strong that when she achieved sexual nirvana, lifted him completely off the
futon for several minutes as she arched her back, her body pulsing with power.
Any one of those experiences would have been a lot for one evening, but all
three things?

He was amazed that he had gotten any sleep considering all the noise coming
from the next room long into the night. He had awoken to pee around two thirty
and Terry was still going strong, her moans of passion, the guy's pain-filled
cries filling the night air. At seven, he kissed Angela on the forehead and
quietly slipped out, only to run into Terry in the hallway as he stepped over
the broken door that was still lying there from the previous evening. She
looked up at him with those piercing eyes, freezing him in his tracks, and
whispered, "You're safe from me only if she's around, but if I get you alone,
... ... .watch out." He stood, not moving for a second as she left, only
looking down at that perfect muscular ass as she disappeared into her room,
the trance broken.

Making his way to his car, Bill's mind was in a daze, bouncing from one
thought to the next, confusion reigning. He had really fallen for Angela, so
frighteningly strong and yet so gentle. So why did her little sister have this
hold over him? He continued to try to figure out what was going on inside his
head, and his pants, as he made his way home. To put his mind at rest, he
reassured himself that Terry was so hot that any, indeed every man on the
planet, whether they were willing to admit it to themselves or not, could not
help but be drawn to her. That didn't mean that any man would be cheating.

"Cheating?" he thought to himself. "Angela and I have spent one evening
together. I'm not married to her." His thoughts still whirled. What was it
about Terry? Angela was perfect in every way. She was physically the strongest
person he had ever seen. Sure, there might be some huge people, guys, out
there who were stronger, but pound for pound, she was superior. She was very
smart, well read, and she had a gentle spirit. Still ... ... .still ... ..It
must be Terry's wildness that was so enticing. Was that it? When she caught
his eye, he couldn't look away, even though he was totally intimidated. Angela
proved last night that Terry was no match for her power, and yet, Angela
didn't intimidate him, didn't scare him like Terry did.

Whoa. That was close. Bill had drifted a little off the road as his mind was
not on his driving, almost hitting a road sign. "Gotta get my shit together,
my 'Chi' before I kill myself, or someone else." He managed to concentrate the
rest of the way back to his spacious home. When he arrived there was a note on
the front door from Frank. He was seeing another customer that morning, a big
commercial contract, and he would be gone most, if not all day. The note said
that he had already let Angela know of his absence.

Bill went inside to take a shower. As he stood under the hot water, his mind
again drifted. It occurred to him that as amazing as Angela was, she was still
asleep when he left. But Terry had worked just as hard as Angela the previous
day, though she hadn't moved an eight hundred pound pile of blocks. Still, she
had put in a long hard day of demanding physical work. Then she spent several
hours in extremely high energy fucking, indeed still going at it strong and
hard when Bill and Angela had drifted off to sleep. And she was up and about,
walking around in just a thong when Bill got up. Thinking back a half an hour
ago, it occurred to Bill that when he encountered her in the hallway, she was
soaked in sweat. Was the from working out after all she had done the previous
night, or had she just finished fucking the life out of some hapless guy and
the sweat was from over the top sex. Who knew? Did it matter?

Bottom line was that in addition to being super strong, and absolutely oozing
sexuality, Terry seemed to have unlimited energy, even more than her sister.
Suddenly, Bill ejaculated so hard that he almost fell. It might have been
understandable if he had been soaping up down below, but he was shampooing his
hair at the moment. He had installed a grab bar in the shower for when his
parents came to visit, but right now he was the one who needed it. He caught
the bar just in time just before his knees buckled. At the moment he was
experiencing both intense pleasure coupled with pain, something every guy goes
through with Terry, but she wasn't there. How could this be happening? What
was causing the pain? Then he realized as he came down from his moment of
unintended ecstasy that he had shampoo in his eyes.

When Bill got down to the patio area, Bob and Sam were there, but they were
just hanging out, not getting to work. But who could blame them. Angela and
Terry weren't there yet and neither was Frank. A few minutes later, Angela's
pickup pulled up. They got out and Terry came towards Bill as Angela went over
to tell the guys that Frank wouldn't be there that day and that they needed to
continue the work on the wall, same as yesterday.

Terry obviously had it in her head to turn up the heat after hearing from
Angela that Frank wouldn't be around. She was wearing a white leotard, but cut
in half, exposing her rock hard abs, her core looking even hotter than usual
due to the ragged cut of the leotard. And if Angela had pushed the envelope
the night before with the tightness of that ribbed tank top that belonged to
Terry, Terry was incinerating the envelope with a leotard that she had worn
when she was a ten year old, eighty pound gymnast. She also was wearing cutoff
sweatpants, rolled down on top so that her devil's horns were half exposed and
the sweats were so tight that the details of her powerful torso were clearly
visible even where hidden under the fabric.

Her top was so stretched that it made her perfect breasts seem even bigger
than they already were, her nipples clearly erect from arousal. What was
arousing her at eight in the morning? As she made her way towards Bill, those
penetrating green eyes burning a hole in him, her wild red hair still wet from
her morning shower, it was obvious that she was aroused by her own sexuality,
of a level that few women could ever hope to achieve, even her stunning
sister. Yes, Angela was incredible, and possessing physical strength second to
none, but Terry had an overwhelming persona that screamed, "If you are lucky
enough to ever have sex with me, you'll never want to be with another woman".
Yes, Terry was in a constant state of arousal, so aware, so in tune to the
fact that she was as hot as it gets. And she was no slouch in the strength
department either.

Once again, Bill found himself frozen in his tracks as this predatory female
sauntered over to him. "Did you have nice, gentle sex with my sister?" she
said in a tone of voice that mocked him and her sister at the same time.

"I'm not going to talk to you about what happened with your sister."

"Did you do that yoga sex?"

"I said I don't want to discuss that with you or anyone else."

"Ohhhhh, such a gentleman. You don't have to tell me. I can see it in your
eyes. Did she say that you had to do Tantric sex so she could stay in control
of her strength and keep you safe from injury?" She stared up at him some
more. He looked frightened, petrified. "Well, I don't have that inhibition.
With me, whatever happens, ... ... happens, as you were witness to last night.
And I don't need any stinkin' yoga to get myself and whomever I'm with, into
amazing positions." She reached out and touched his crotch. He came instantly,
and so intensely that his knees started to buckle. Terry reached out, putting
her hands under his armpits and held him from collapsing, bearing his weight
with her powerful arms with ease. After he finished, Terry let out one of
those under her breath chuckles and went off to start working, Bill staring at
her muscular ass churning, each cheek alternating lifting up and down with
each step as she moved away from him.. That was when he noticed that she was
wearing kneesocks along with her workboots, making her thighs look enormous,
overflowing with explosive power. This was going to be the hardest day of his
life, in more ways than one.

This little interaction all took place out of sight of Angela, who was off
getting Bob and Sam started on their task of the day. As she got to back to
Bill, something didn't seem quite right to her. "Bill?"

"Oh, hi." He leaned forward and kissed her. "Last night was magic. I think I'm
just a little tired. It's weird, I felt refreshed when I got up, but now I
feel like I'm dragging a little."

"Did you have breakfast?"

"No, I guess I forgot."

"Well, why don't you go get some. Some eggs, maybe. You expelled a lot of
protein last night. And this morning it seems." She glanced down at his
crotch. "By the way, I can smell Terry's cologne. It's a brand called "Raw
Sex"." Bill looked at the ground, clearly embarrassed. "It's okay, Bill. I
know what she's like. And I know that she can make guys lose control just by
staring at them. It's an amazing power she has. I know I don't have it."

"Angela, you turn me on more than anyone in my whole life."

"Yeah, I know, baby. But I know that I don't have that special something that
she has. No one does. Now go have your breakfast and then come back and help
me with the blocks."

When Bill came back a little while later and started working, Angela could
tell that he was still in a somewhat confused state. She tried to reassure
him. "Bill, ... . look, ... . it's okay. I understand how your mind is
spinning out of control right now. I've seen it before. That's what she does
to people. Not just guys, girls as well, and even guys she's related to. Bob
and Sam have a hard time when she's dressed the way she is today. By the way,
she wouldn't be dressed that way, except she knows that Grandpa won't be here
today. He's the only one who has any control over her."

"You controlled her pretty easily last night."

"Yeah, I can physically control her. I'm the only one who can do that. But
Grandpa controls her behavior just by his mere presence. She could give a shit
what I think, but she doesn't want Grandpa to disapprove. I think that's why
she suggested using "Grandpa" as a safeword last night. ... ... And, yeah, I'm
sure she knows that you're well hung. She surely felt it when she rubbed her
tits against you yesterday and she probably caught a glimpse last night. She
wants that cock, and it doesn't hurt that you've got a fit strong body, not as
strong as hers, but few do. She lives for only a few things, to work out and
get strong, stronger than most people can even comprehend, and she really
lives for sex. It's not like she's a nymphomaniac or a slut. No it goes much
deeper than that. It's inexplicable. Sex is to her as music was to Beethoven,
or Mozart. Arousal is to her as "Guernica" was to Picasso. She will be
relentless in her pursuit of what she wants, she always is. So if something
happens, I won't blame you and it won't change whatever is starting to happen
between us."

"Oh, yeah, one other thing, Bill. She loves to fight. And watching her in
action is a sight to behold, as amazing as everything else about her."

They worked hard all morning, Bill trying to never let Terry catch his eye.
But he noticed that Bob and Sam were looking in her direction constantly.
Since Frank wasn't there, Terry was placing stones in the all important
waterfall. This was something that Frank only allowed Angela and Terry to do,
never Bob or Sam, or for that matter, any other worker he had ever had working
for him over the years. It occurred to Bill that maybe Angela was selling
Terry a little short. Yes, her focus most of the time was strength and sex,
and evidently fighting, but right now she was very focused on her job, and
obviously showing a very good, very artistic sense in her endeavor.

"Hey Angela." Sam held up the broom. "This thing's completely worn out. Do we
have another?"

"No. I'll have to run up to the local hardware store to pick one up. Bill, you
won't be able to keep up with two of them feeding them blocks, but don't worry
about it. Everything's going smoothly, thanks to you fitting in to the crew so
well. Just keep up the good work. I'll only be about fifteen minutes or so."
She went and climbed into her truck, Bill's eyes following that spectacular
body, wearing basically the same clothes as the day before. Almost as soon as
she was out of sight, trouble started.

"Hey Bob, Sam." It was Terry calling out from the over at the top of the
waterfall. Bill was thanking his lucky stars that she hadn't called him. "Hey,
guys, look here." Bob and Sam stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Curiousity got the best of Bill, and he looked too. Terry was standing there
with a large rock, which had to weigh over two-hundred pounds, and she was
holding it over her head, at arm's length, every muscle in her perfect body
straining under the heavy weight, looking absolutely incredible. "I just
wanted to show you faggots that a little hundred and forty pound woman can do
what you one eighty pound squishy guys can't." Bill thought to himself,
through his astonishment that only someone as fit and well conditioned as her
would dare call these two strong guys squishy. And compared to her, (and
Angela) they were squishy.

She took a deep breath and threw the huge stone several feet where it fell
into the pool, creating a huge splash, soaking Bob and Sam, who were clearly
pissed off, both because of being made fun of and because they were now
soaking wet. Terry looked over at stunned Bill. "Don't worry, Baby, I'll get
it out of the pool in a little while."

In the meantime, Sam made the mistake of calling Terry a bitch, under his
breath. Big mistake. "What did you call me?" Before he could respond, Terry
was closing the distance between them, launching off from one of the blocks
that Bill had set down near the step up to the higher elevation where the guys
were. She jumped, or rather dove up and forward, smashing into Sam's legs with
her shoulder. She landed hard on the ground as Sam fell backwards. Bill
couldn't imagine that her landing didn't hurt, but her conditioning was so
superior, her torso so firm, that she just bounced right up, jumping on top of
Sam without missing a beat. As she set about twisting the poorly overmatched
Sam into a pretzel, Bob rushed to the aid of his cousin, coming up behind
Terry to try to pull her off. She seemed to anticipate the surprise attack,
because just as he got to her, bending down to grab her, she reached one
powerful arm up and back, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed his face
into her rock hard shoulder.

As Bob straightened up, stunned, sitting on his knees, she shot her legs back
and wrapped them around his torso, catching one of his arms also. Then she
went back to using both arms on Sam, twisting him into a human "Gumby" as she
mercilessly squeezed Bob with her shapely legs until he passed out. The whole
thing took less than a minute, this incredible sexual athlete proving that she
was as good at fighting as she was at fucking, completely subduing two big
strong guys with ease. Angela was right, her fighting skills were a sight to
behold. In less than a minute, she bounced to her feet, looking over at Bill
to gauge his reaction. Satisfied that he not only understood the awesomeness
of what he had just seen, but how much it turned him on, she went over to the
pool, took off her workboots and kneesocks, and gracefully dove in to retrieve
the big stone. She carried it to the edge, set it on the side and climbed out.
Her wet clothes clung to her like a second skin. Bill looked away and went
back to work, afraid of how his body might involuntarily respond to such
fantastic visual stimuli.

Once again, Terry laughed at his expense. Then she turned and looked over at
the guys. "Pathetic." She put her shoes and socks back on, picked up the stone
and carried it up hill to the waterfall, going back to work as if nothing had
happened. Bill continued to do likewise, but Sam and Bob needed some time to
recover, allowing him to get ahead of them, building up a surplus of blocks
for them to place. Terry had one more thing to say. "Hey cousins. If you say
anything to Angela, or Grandpa it'll get worse for you, a lot worse."

A little while later, Angela got back with a new broom. She could tell
instantly from various body languages that something had happened while she
was gone. "What's going on here? Why are you guys all wet? And you too, Terry?
You're soaked."

"Sweat. Working hard. At least me. I don't know about those loafers. As you
can see, Bill has kept up with them, actually bringing more blocks by himself
than they were setting on the wall. Pretty impressive."

"I'll say so. Good job, Bill. And you, Sam and Bob, quit fucking off and get
back to work." Simultaneously, both guys spoke.

"We had to wait for the new broom," was Sam's excuse. "Terry attacked Sam,"
interjected Bob. Before the words were even out of his mouth, Terry was flying
at him, jumping high, leading with her legs and wrapping them around his head.
As he crashed to the ground on his back, Terry immediately planted her pussy
on his face and brought herself off, before Angela could close the gap and
pull her away. Grabbing her from behind, she placed one hand on each of
Terry's full round biceps, and pulled, lifting not only Terry but also Bob, as
Terry's thigh's were still tightly wrapped around his head. As Angela lifted,
Terry released Bob and he flopped back to the ground, unconscious.

Bill could tell that Angela was furious, shaking Terry. "If you don't stop
this shit, I'm going to tell Grandpa." Terry almost immediately stopped
resisting. Angela set her down on her feet.

"I'm sorry, Angela. He called me a bitch."

"Well sometimes you are, with your non-stop teasing of your cousins. It's not
their fault that they don't have our gifts. Our superior genetics come from
Mom's side, not Dad's."

"You know it's not just that. They don't work or work out as hard. They drink
too much and don't eat as cleanly as we do."

"That's true, but the fact is that genetics plays a huge role, even our
personality traits. Like our work ethic, whether it's working or exercising.
We got that from Mom also. But, we've gotten a little off the subject here. I
know you're doing all this shit for Bill's sake."

"That's not true. I went after Sam 'cause he called me a bitch."

"Please, Terry. I was born at night, just not last night. Are you gonna tell
me that you're dressed in that tight, skimpy outfit because it's so good to
work in."

"You're just jealous. You may be stronger than me, but it's only because
you're bigger. And you just can't stand the fact that I'm hotter than you, and
that your soulmate over there can't resist me any more than any other guy
can."

"He seems to be doing a pretty good job resisting you if you ask me."

"Why don't you ask him if I made him lose it this morning while you were off
with Bob and Sam." Terry knew that she could push her sister's buttons,
because she knew that Angela wouldn't retaliate, always gentle Angela, always
in control so she wouldn't hurt anyone with her immense strength.

"I know you did. I could smell your scent on him. But I also know what a
sexual predator you are and how it feeds your ego as well as your out of
control libido, knowing that no one can resist you. So I hold Bill blameless.
I know how you are. Besides, Bill and I have a bond. And we can talk about
things besides sex and exercising. Now shut up and get back to work, before I
do tell Grandpa. I'm not kidding."

Terry turned to head back to her job, taking a quick glance towards Bill. She
caught his eye for a split second. That's all it took. "I know you really got
off watching my superior strength and fighting skills. They never had a
chance. You liked that, didn't you?" she whispered to him as she went by, then
continued on her way, a knowing smile on her face, completely confident that
sooner or later, he would be drawn to her bright, white hot flame.