Power Girls 
by Musclehead



The home was really nice, big, open, with lots of windows, a large in ground
pool out back and a pretty well equipped workout room in the basement, even a
sand volleyball court in the back yard, and a chinning bar, both in the
workout room and out by the pool. The previous owners must have been active
people. The new family would prove to be even more so.

It was early fall when Alex and his Dad, Fred had moved in with the rest of
their new blended family. Mary and Fred decided that it would be more
comfortable if they started with a home that was new to both families, and
after selling both older houses, they still had enough money for an extended
honeymoon, but they were going to wait until early next summer before they
would head off to Aruba.

Mary had two daughters from a previous marriage, Kimmy, who was nineteen, and
Katrina, who at seventeen was a junior in high school. Fred's wife had died
far too young of breast cancer and Mary had gotten rid of her abusive husband
about five years earlier. The new family harmonized beautifully, everyone
getting along very well, though, in reality, the younger people hadn't really
gotten to know each other yet. Alex was a senior in college and thus far had
only been there during breaks, at Thanksgiving, and Christmas. And Katrina was
away at an elite training school for gymnastics and her time at home was
similar to Fred's. Kimmy decided to put off college for a year and lived at
home.

There was some sibling rivalry between the two sisters, though not intense by
any stretch of the imagination. Kimmy had been every bit as good a gymnast as
her sister, but then, in her junior year of high school, she shot up to about
five-seven, not only somewhat big for a gymnast, and it happened so quickly,
over the course of four months, that she didn't adjust well enough, so she let
it go. College gymnastics scholarships had certainly been in the future, but
she had had enough with the competition scene, though eventually her skills
eventually caught up with her sudden growth. Now she was working, of all
things, for a construction company, doing renovation work.

The only times Alex had seen her, she was covered up, it being fall, and then
winter, but he could tell that she had a great body. She always wore tight
jeans, and she had a great ass. Kimmy also like to wear those peasant blouses
that showed off pretty good size tits, and had those billowing sleeves.
Katrina, on the other hand, had no problems showing off her body when she was
home on holiday. At a mere five feet tall, Katrina weighed a hundred and
twelve pounds, a lot of weight for someone so short, but she had way more
dense muscle than other gymnasts. And, as most people know, unless they had
their heads in the sand, gymnasts generally have more muscle than average
people, and certainly a lot more strength. Little Katrina's strength was
almost frightening on someone so small. Her sister knew it and so did her mom.
Mary had been a gymnast herself, back in the day.

Neither Alex or his Dad would qualify as people with their heads in the sand,
but they were runners and really didn't quite grasp how much strength is
necessary to throw your body around with both reckless abandon and total
control at the same time. Anyway, while Kimmy kept somewhat covered up during
the colder months, Katrina was constantly wearing her leotards with tight
jeans. Though her boobs weren't as big as her sister's, they were still pretty
nice, and she went without a bra all the time, an un-necessary accessory when
every bodypart is as firm as Katrina's. The leotards were tight enough that
you could also see her hard abs right through the material. Alex certainly
noticed that part of her, and the muscles registered, surprising himself as to
how attractive he found her muscles. But it really never occurred to him that
she might be stronger than he was.

One thing that did not slip under Alex's radar was that his dad had never
seemed happier, but he also seemed constantly tired, but the smile never left
his face

And one night, over Christmas break, just before he left to go back to
college, he was hanging out with Kimmy watching TV. Fred and Mary were in the
living room reading and Katrina was sleeping over at a friend's house. Out of
the blue, Kimmy looked over at Alex. "I see you looking at Katrina's body all
the time. Is it the tits or the muscles, or that perfect round ass, which, by
the way, is all muscle too?"

Very surprised by the suddenness and directness of her question, Alex fumbled
around for something to say. Before he could answer, she started again. "Do
you want to fuck her?"

"What?"

"Do you want to fuck her? I'd bet she's great, most athlete's are, at least
the females. Most male jocks are so into themselves that they turn out to be
lousy in bed. Anyway, I can see the look in your eyes every time she comes in
the room."

"She's my step-sister, and she's underage."

"Yeah, you're right. She is underage, but as to being your stepsister, who
cares? This is the twenty-first century. Step siblings, especially ones who
were thrown together when they're a little older, like us, are screwing each
other's brains out all over the country, right under their unsuspecting
parent's noses. And while Katrina's underage, I'm not, and while I don't show
off my body the way she does, I can tell that you like what you see here as
well. You want to fuck me too."

Alex just sat there, speechless. Before he finally gathered himself enough to
say something, Kimmy got up and came over, standing in front of Alex. She
leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. "Maybe in the spring."
She stood up to leave, brushing her hand along his crotch as she left. "Hmmm,
nice size down there." As she walked out of the room, Alex sat in stunned
silence, watching that perfect denim covered ass mesmerize him as she
disappeared out the door of the den, thinking that it was just as round and
firm as Katrina's. Maybe her ass was all muscle, too.

Alex came home for two days at Easter, which was early this year, so it was
still kind of chilly. Fred and Mary were out for the evening when Kimmy came
home with a guy. As she led Chuck towards the stairs to go up to her room,
Alex came in. "Mom and Dad said no boys upstairs."

"Mom and Dad aren't here."

Alex stepped in front of her. "I'm the oldest and they have left it to me to
enforce the rules."

"Alex, we've always gotten along. I like you a lot. But right now, I'm taking
Chuck up to my room to fuck his brains out, so please move out of the way."
But Alex stood his ground. In an instant, Kimmy put her hands on his chest and
pushed. Alex flew backwards, landing on his ass as Kimmy calmly took Chuck's
hand and led him upstairs. An hour later, still trying to figure out how she
pushed him so far, Alex had concluded that he must have tripped. Heading up
the stairs, licking his wounds, he wondered if his relationship with his
step-sister had been damaged. As he got to the top of the stairs, he caught
just a quick glimpse of Kimmy going into the bathroom, wearing a t-shirt and a
thong. It was just an instant, but what he saw was a very tight, muscular ass
and very sturdy legs.

A few minutes later, Chuck left, looking very happy, but totally worn out.
Alex saw Kimmy at Easter dinner the next day, and there seemed to be no
animosity, which was a relief to him. She acted like nothing ever happened.

The semester was finally over and Alex was home for the summer, having taken
an intern's job at a local law firm. The weather had warmed, and the pool was
open. Katrina was due home that weekend. Alex was catching some sun, lying on
a chaise lounge chair when Kimmy came out wearing a bathrobe. When she dropped
it on the chair next to Alex, his jaw dropped. "Jeeze, Kimmy, you look really
strong." Kimmy was wearing a very tiny red suit, and she was a larger version
of Katrina, all muscles and curves.

"I am strong, Alex. Really strong, ... ... Why are you so shocked? I pushed
you halfway across the hall back at Eastertime."

"I tripped."

"No, I pushed you. Look, Alex, you're a smart guy. You don't work out, but you
do run. Surely you know that anyone who has ever done gymnastics is strong.
Really, pound for pound, we are the strongest of all. How much do you weigh?

"About a hundred and seventy-five. I'm five-eleven."

"Well, I'm about one-fifty-five at five-seven. I guarantee you I'm way
stronger than you. Actually, Katrina is about a hundred and ten and she's
probably stronger than you too." She stopped talking for a few seconds,
studying his face. "You like it, you like my muscles, my strength. You were
checking Katrina out 'cause you liked her muscles."

"I liked her tits too. Wait, that didn't sound right. What I meant was, I'm
like other guys. I like girl's breasts. But, I was surprised at how attractive
I found her muscles, and yours, too. I just didn't want you to think I'm weird
'cause of that."

"Alex, most guys like girls with muscles. It's just that most are way too
insecure about their own manhood to admit it. I think it's great that you like
my muscles. It proves that you're not so uptight, at least that you're willing
to admit the attraction." She leaned down toward Alex. "Do you like my tit's
too? I think they're as world class as the rest of my body. Don't answer. I
can see that you do." She went over to the diving board. Alex couldn't take
his eyes off her muscular body. She called over to him. "A lot of gymnasts do
diving too. It's a natural fit." She took her three preparatory steps, bounced
incredibly high and did a double flip with a twist, the tiny splash in marked
contrast to the powerful bounce off the board.

After climbing out and coming back to where Alex was lying, she sat down next
to him. "Do you want to fuck me, Alex?"

"Yes, more than anything. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I can't believe
how exciting I find you."

"I can tell. It's okay. I have that effect on most guys. By the way, your Dad
has no hang-ups about women with muscle either."

"What do you mean? Has he been checking you out as well, or Katrina?"

"No, nothing like that. Well, I mean, I'm sure he steals a glance now and
then. But that's not what I mean. No, Mom has muscles too. She was a gymnast
when she was younger. She can still do flips and stuff like that, and she
still works out. Being a nutritionist, she gave Katrina and me all the
advantages of eating the best way possible from infancy on, so we've passed
her strengthwise, but she's no slouch. I'm sure your dad discovered when they
had their first sexual encounter that she's stronger than him ... ..He's
started doing that Q91Y workout routine to get stronger so he can keep up with
her. He's made a lot of improvement, as you'll see. I don't know if he'll
catch her or not, but, good for him for trying. Oh yeah, I don't know where
you were at the time, but back at Christmas, he and little Katrina had an arm
wrestling contest. He outweighs her by about sixty pounds and she beat him so
easily it was quite embarrassing for him. Luckily he's so good natured that he
was okay with it. Oh, yeah. I can beat Katrina as easily as she beat him."

She got up and went back to the pool, diving in and doing some laps, faster,
it seemed, than some of the guys from the swim team at his college. When she
got out, her body was somewhat pumped from the exertion, the water beading up
on her beautiful tanned muscles. "Hey Alex, I just wanted to say, we'll
probably wind up fucking at some point, and I guarantee, it'll be awesome for
you, and I always make sure it's great for me too. I know you've got a big one
down there, but that's not enough. You'll need to be in the best shape of your
life. Maybe you ought to start doing that Q91Y."

"One more thing. I have a group of friends that are coming over this weekend
to swim and hang out. They were all gymnasts who got too big to continue, but
have all stayed in great shape. There's going to be a lot of hot female muscle
here, every one of them sexier than you could imagine, even the smallest of us
probably at least twice as strong as the average guy, stronger than you, and
with all those physical skills. We call our little group, the "power girls".
Don't miss it. I think Katrina will be home too. You should see her in a
bikini, stunning, absolutely stunning."

The rest of the week, especially at work, Alex really had to focus on his
work, because every time he let his mind wander, inevitably the image conjured
up was that of Kimmy's perfect athletic body. And then, the possibility that
there were going to be a host of bodies like that lounging around their pool
on Saturday, it was all he could do to focus on his job at the law firm. But
it was difficult. Even thinking the words "Law firm" conjured up another kind
of firm, the likes of which he had never seen before.

Early Friday morning, Fred and Mary took off to go get Katrina at school.
Kimmy had spent a bunch of time cleaning the house, not for her friends, who
would spend the whole day out by the pool. She was just helping out. When she
crossed paths with Alex, she could see his nervous excitement. "Relax, Alex."

"Is it that evident?"

"Yeah ... .you're not gonna be able to sleep tonight if you don't get your
shit together. And believe me, you're gonna need a good night's rest." She
took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. Alex's heart was beating a
mile a minute. He wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world, but
after having seen her physical perfection earlier in the week, he didn't
really feel very adequate.

"Kimmy, I'm not worthy."

"Shhhh. You're just fine."

"But I'm a skinny runner. You're a muscle goddess. You're way stronger than
me."

"I'll be gentle, ... ... at least tonight." She giggled at her last comment.
She knelt down and gentle pulled his shorts down and off. Surprisingly, he
wasn't erect, but to her delight, evidenced by her widening eyes, quite large,
larger than most other guy's erection, even when flaccid, larger than she had
expected, even though she had touched him back at Easter.

"I'm too nervous."

"Shhhh." Kimmy slowly pulled the summer dress she was wearing over her head.
All she had on was a tiny pair of panties with an inscription right about
where the clitoris would be that said "this bud's for you". Alex sprang to
life instantly, seeing that physical perfection once again in addition to
breasts that were so perfect, so round, sticking so straight out that they
looked like they had been bolted on.

She oh so gently pushed him own on his back on the bed and started to crawl up
him from his feet, stopping when those firm babies were perched right above
his cock, which seemed to be getting harder by the second. She lowered them
down and began to tit fuck him. Her breasts were so incredible, so beyond any
he had ever seen or felt before that he came in less than ten seconds,
shooting cum all over himself and her neck and chest.

"Oh, my God. I'm so embarrassed. I knew I wouldn't be worthy. You're so hot, I
couldn't help it."

"That's okay. I take it as a compliment. And I am hot. I know it. I know it
sounds conceited. I don't mean it that way, but sometimes you have to face
facts. But I'm also a nice person, not a stuck up bitch like so many hot
women. Alex, even though I'm so hot that you came fast, I'm also so hot that
I'll make sure you come several more times before we're done. I want to make
sure you get a good night's sleep, remember? All my friends are as hot as me,
and all are over the top athletes. Their all nice people, too."

Kimmy grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off of Alex and the moved up until she
was straddling his torso, on her knees. She slowly, sensuously wiped it all
off of herself, lingering at her fantastic boobs. Alex had remained hard
throughout, but to his amazement, he seemed to be getting even harder. "My
turn," cooed Kimmy as she inched way up until her pretty, hairless pussy was
hovering right above his mouth. She slowly moved her knees farther and farther
out to the sides, until his tongue could reach her pulsating clit. And reach
he did. She kept her weight on her legs instead of his face, knowing from past
experience that a hundred and fifty-five pound of dense female muscle was a
lot of weight concentrated in one place. She had knocked more than one guy out
when her amazingly powerful orgasmic thrusts just about drove their poor heads
through the mattress.

Alex proved to have a very talented tongue, and Kimmy almost lost it, her legs
slipping out to the sides as she reach her meltdown. Luckily she fell to one
side, bringing Alex along with her, but luckily not squashing his poor head.
Before he could recover, Kimmy flipped onto her back, grabbed Alex under his
armpits and with awesome strength borne of intense arousal, she lifted him
into position to enter her, him on top, knowing that if she had Alex on his
back, she would lose it completely and it wouldn't turn out to be gentle, as
she had promised.

"Oh, Kimmy, you are as hot as you said," Alex managed to say between gulping
for air after having another sexual moment that had him feeling like he had
run a marathon. As he went to pull out, Kimmy wrapped her legs around his
waist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Kimmy, I've come twice. You're so hot and you proved it. But, I've got
nothing left."

"Wrong. Just leave it to me. By the way, you're huge dick feels so good inside
me. I'm not ready to lose that wonderful feeling." That said, Kimmy started to
squeeze her pussy muscles, which were just as well developed as the rest of
her, but also, like the well trained gymnast that she had been, displaying
tremendous control, seemingly rolling her squeezes up from the base of his bad
boy, all the way along its entire ten inch length.

"Oh, my God," exclaimed Alex, "that is unbelievable. It feels sooo amazing."

"It does for me too," Kimmy responded between shallow breaths. She had learned
that trying to remain in control, as she had promised Alex, had some benefits.
She had discovered that since she was almost always much stronger than her
partners, and that she had to hold back in order to not cause physical harm,
and that the strange dichotomy of trying to keep those involuntary sexual
spasms from happening only served to make them more powerful. Suddenly, a
disbelieving Alex erupted as if he had been backed up for weeks,
simultaneously sending Kimmy over the top, staying on her back but bending at
the waist, lifting Alex completely up into the air between her legs. Their
simultaneous sexual achievement was extreme, and Alex's body went limp, out
cold, not being used such a high level of intensity. But it was no problem for
Kimmy, being such a superbly trained athlete, she was used to those levels of
physical exertion, whether it be participating in sports, or sex.

Kimmy flipped them over so that the unconscious Alex was on his back,
uncoupled herself from him then pulled the sheets up to let him sleep in her
bed while she silently slipped out and went to sleep in another room. When
Alex woke in the morning, he still had a raging hardon. Though he, (and lots
of guys) often awoke with a boner, somehow in the back of his mind, he had a
feeling that it had never gone away from the previous night's wonderful
experience. He got up and took a shower, servicing himself, coming so
strongly, thinking of his step-sister, that he almost lost his footing. After
drying off, combing his hair and brushing his teeth, that bad boy was still
saluting her magnificence.

Alex put on shorts and an oversized shirt, but that didn't do much good. As
soon as he walked into the kitchen, Kimmy noticed his tent. It didn't help
that she was wearing a workout out fit to die for, very tight running shorts
and a cutoff tanktop. She turned around and looked straight at his crotch
instead of the confident eye contact that she usually made. After she stifled
a giggle, "maybe if you work out with me, you'll get the blood flowing to
other parts of your body. Have some breakfast then meet me in the workout room
in half an hour." With that, she turned and left, Alex staring at that
perfect, muscular ass, those shorts being swallowed between cheeks that looked
hard enough to crack walnuts. Suddenly, he erupted again.

Alex was stunned and shocked at his own inability to control himself around
his step-sister, especially now that she seemed to be flaunting her incredible
body, wondering if he should just give up his internship and go back to
college that very day. But another part of him couldn't wait to meet all her
friends. If it was true that they were all as athletic as she was, and why
wouldn't they be, if they had all been gymnasts, he knew he'd be in for the
afternoon of his life.

He made his way down to the workout room after he had given his breakfast
enough digestion time. As he walked in the door, he froze in his tracks. Kimmy
was in the inversion machine, holding a 45 lb. plate behind her neck and doing
upside down crunches. He watched in awe as she did what must have been close
to a hundred. Finally, she dropped the weight with a clang, and unbuckled her
ankles from the straps. She was soaked in sweat, her tight tanktop clinging to
her powerful core, molding around her otherworldly tits. When he finally found
his voice, "How many did you do?"

"I have no idea, but I was doing them about ten minutes before you got here. A
couple of hundred I guess."

"Amazing."

"I guess. But you should see Katrina do 'em. Anyway, thanks ... ..So, you
wanna work out?"

"Teach me." Kimmy put him through a half hour workout. She didn't want to
exhaust him. She knew that they would be in for an afternoon of high level
activity. Finally, his boner went down.

As they were heading upstairs, Kimmy asked if Alex could help making some
munchies for the afternoon. It was all veggies, nuts, stuff like that. No junk
for this group. Lots of water, plus Kimmie set up the mixer and placed a huge
blue container of protein powder next to it, along with a bowl of fruit, for
anyone to help themselves to making a protein drink. While they worked, Kimmy
talked. "Did you enjoy our little encounter last night, Alex?"

"You know I thought it was one of the most memorable moments in my life."

"Good. From now on, you'll have to earn it."

"Earn it?"

"Yeah. A couple of different ways. First, you understand that in spite of last
night being, as you said, one of the most memorable moments in your life, and
by the way it was very nice for me, too, it wasn't the way I normally do
things." Alex looked at her, listening intently, wondering where this was
leading. "I usually, go at it with more, how shall we say, reckless abandon.
But I'm way too strong for you. So you'll have to get stronger, and be able to
beat me at something, ... ..anything."

"Well, I know I'll never be your equal physically. You've had such a head
start, plus I think you have better genetics for muscle and strength. What's
the other way?"

"Just keep that good attitude of yours. My friends and I tend to come down
pretty hard on guys who still have the attitude that guys are physically
superior, or that become assholes when faced with the truth about some of us.
You have a good attitude, like your Dad. I guess he taught you well. But, in
the meantime, I hope I'm not being too presumptuous here, but I got something
for you." She opened the cabinet under the counter and pulled out a box, the
kind that something would come in through the mail. "Open it."

Alex grabbed a paring knife from the drawer and slit along the tape. Kimmy
spoke again. "It's that Q91Y workout system I was telling you about. I don't
know what the Q or the Y stands for, but the 91 is 'cause it's a thirteen week
program, and there are 91 days in thirteen weeks. You do this program and
follow the diet I've prepared for you and in 91 days you'll be a lot stronger
than you are now. You probably won't catch me, but if we have the kind of wild
sex that I tend to like, at least you won't get hurt."

"I'll do my best."

"And the reason I'm going to be withholding from you is to help motivated you.
But don't worry. You'll still be getting plenty. And with muscle girls, too.
We are the best. I've told me friends about what a good guy you are and that
you have a good attitude. But, also, I hope you don't get mad at me. Last
night, after you went unconscious from your last ejaculation, ... "

He interrupted, "I've never come 3 times in less than fifteen minutes before
... ."

"I know. But, anyway, Your penis was still sticking straight up in the air,
hard as a rock, proud as the Washington Monument. I took a picture of it with
me cellphone, and sent it to all my friends who are going to be here today.
They all like its size, and they like the fact that you were still hard even
while unconscious. Everyone of them has had the experience of knocking guys
out with their sexual prowess, and all too often those roughed up guys lose
their boners. Yeah, you're going to be very popular with my group."

"Oh my God, I'll be so embarrassed. I can't meet them now."

"You don't understand. These girls are so used to guys who can't deal with
their superiority, who are so insecure that their weenies wind up as wimpy as
they are. They all want to meet you, they can't wait, and it's going to be so
cool, every one of these awesome girls showing off, competing for your
attention."

An hour later, the first girl arrived. Wendy was probably about the same
weight as Kimmy, but two inches taller, so, even though she muscular, she was
slightly less thick. She was wearing a sundress, and she had some guy with
her, Mark, about six feet, blond, southern California type beach dude in good
shape, clearly taken with himself, but obviously, to everyone except himself,
not as buff as the girl who had brought him along. Marcia arrived minutes
later, Marcia came in wearing short cutoffs, open at the fly and folded down
like girls with incredible bodies like to do. Very well built, but her legs
were amazing, even more muscular and powerful looking than Kimmy's. In fact,
Marcia thighs looked to be bigger around than her tight, hard waist. She was
about five-six. She had another tall guy with her named Tom. After introducing
Tom and Mark, Wendy pointed to the sand court and suggested that they go warm
up for a game. "Marcia and I will play you guys."

After Kimmy introduced Alex to Wendy and Marcia, both girls unabashedly
commented on his package, then Marcia, having noticed him staring at her
incredibly muscular legs, took an old volleyball that was lying in a box by
the back door, put it between her thighs, and, never taking her eyes off
Alex's face, popped the ball between her thighs. All three girls started
giggling like a bunch of kids. Then Wendy explained the first activity of the
day. "Mark and Tom have been playing volleyball for years, and they think they
play at a relatively high level. Marcia and I started after we stopped
gymnastics, only about a year or so. Come and watch us clean their clocks. By
the way, those legs of Marcia's can do more than just explode volleyballs.
Wait 'til you see her jump."

They went out to the court, and the girls stripped down, another moment to
take Alex's breath away. He looked over at Kimmy just as she looking to gauge
his reaction. Now in their bikinis, Alex could see that though somewhat
different, both girl's bodies were as perfect, athletic and powerful as
Kimmy's. 'Are the other girls that aren't here yet as awesome?"

"Yeah. When we all did gymnastics, we were all more into the power gymnastics
rather than the merely graceful, you know, incredible jumps and flips, amazing
vaults. I'll bet if you clocked any of us girls running down the runway to do
a vault, you'd find that we were running as fast as track sprinters. And when
we'd hit the vaulting horse, it was like an explosion. Every one of us.
Actually the last two girls are just as powerful as the rest of us, sizewise
that is ... ..Oh, here they are now."

Looking over at the last two girls coming through the gate, already in their
bathing suits, Alex's eyes widened. "Jeeze, every one of you is as
unbelievable as the next."

"I told you that they are all hot, and they are all frighteningly strong, but,
with all the coordination, flexibility, quickness, you name it, of an 80 lb.
pixie gymnast, just twice as big, except Michelle, who's only half again as
big."

Wendy and Marcia had taken their time warming up, wanting to wait 'til the
last two girls, Cathy and Michelle, had arrived. "Hey girlfriends, glad you're
here. We're just getting ready to slaughter these guys."

"In your dreams," retorted Mark. Alex had noticed that Tom and Mark had taken
almost ten minutes practicing hitting during their warm-ups, whereas Wendy and
Marcia took none. He was soon to find out why. The guys had never seen the
girls play before and though it was more than obvious that they were both
awesome physical specimens, the guys assumed that they would whip the girls.
After all they were both considerably taller in a game where height is an
advantage, and, well, they were guys.

The guys served first. It was only common sense to serve to Marcia, who was
three inches shorter than her partner. Wendy put a perfect set right on the
net in the middle of the court. Marcia's jump was so spectacular that her
perfect tits were above the plane of the top of the net as she crushed the
ball straight down, so hard that it bounced thirty feet into the air. Not one
for subtlety, she wanted to let the guys know right away that they had no
chance of ever digging any of her hits.

"Holy shit, Mark. That was one of the hardest hits I've ever seen."

"Tom, there must be something wrong, no girl can hit like that. The net must
be low or something." He went up to the net and reached.

"Eight-two." Kimmy yelled from the sidelines. "We set it high for practice."

Mark went back to his position looking at the ground, shaking his head in
disbelief. The girls served the ball and Mark's hit was easily dug by Wendy,
her pass to Marcia allowing her to put up a clean set to the outside, which
Wendy slammed down the sideline with just as much authority as Marcia's
previous hit. She didn't jump as high as Marcia. Fact is, no one can. But her
jump was still higher than necessary, her armswing sure and powerful, the ball
untouched.

Tom turned to Mark. "You'd better block."

Mark went to the net the next time the girls were on offense, Wendy setting
the ball again, right on the net, usually something you don't want to do when
the blocker is seven inches taller than the hitter. It didn't matter. Marcia
taunted Mark, slamming the ball over his block with such authority as if to
say, "On your best day and my worst, you will never be able to block my hits."

The girls absolutely destroyed the guys, cleaning their clocks not being
descriptive enough of the total domination they showed. Sometimes they would
allow the set to seemingly hover there above the net, until Mark thought he
had a chance to block it, only to blast it by him with ease, Marcia sometimes
hitting it so hard it would almost knock Tom off his feet as he tried to dig
the ball. Tom took it in stride, actually seeming excited to be in the
presence of such superior females. Mark was another story. A total
self-centered asshole, he couldn't get it into his tiny brain how much better
they were and he was pissed that they, especially Marcia was trying so hard to
humiliate him. He got right in her face, standing by the net screaming at her,
hoping to intimidate her, much to all the of the girl's amusement.

Marcia turned to her partner, Wendy, who had brought Mark to the party. "May
I?"

"Of course."

Mark took a swing at Marcia. Quick as a wink, she caught his fist, and with
shocking power, pushed it up and outward and back towards the net, sticking it
through a hole in the netting. Before he could react, she did the same to the
other arm. Then she grabbed one of his ankles and threw his legs up over his
head, and over the net, hanging Mark by his arms in the twisted netting. She
walked away, slapping her hands back and forth as if she was brushing dirt off
them, all the girls laughing at Mark's dilemma.

Kimmy turned to Alex. "I told you they don't go easy on any guy who can't
accept that we're so much better than them." Some of the other guys went and
helped him down. He quickly grabbed his stuff and made a hasty, humiliated
exit.

In the mean time, Cathy had challenged the guy who came with her to some
diving games. Pete would go first, do a dive, and then she had to copy it. He
was able to do some dives that were a little beyond basics, some flips,
twists, etc. But without a doubt, she did everything better, with better form,
and all, but the thing that really stood out, the big difference between them
was that Cathy's powerful bounces off the board propelled her so much higher
in the air. He was a reasonably athletic guy, but she was another example of
female superiority, of athletic perfection. Eventually she got bored with his
challenges, so they reversed, and she went first. A triple front flip with a
twist on the middle flip ended the competition on the very first dive. "That's
not fair, complained Pete, "you were a gymnast. What else could we compete
in?"

"How about wrestling?"

"That sounds great, Cathy. I can't wait to get my hands all over that luscious
body of yours."

"Whoa. Hang on you two, we're gonna have a little tournament," Kimmy
explained. She explained some rather odd sort of round robin rules. Mickey,
the other guy who had come in with Cathy and Michelle, noted that the people
at the start would be wrestling more matches and that that wouldn't be fair.

"You've got it so all the girls wrestle us guys after we've already had
several matches."

"Well, that's a good point, what was your name, Mickey?" He shook his head.
"See, Mickey, that fact is that none of you guys have a chance. If you wrestle
any of us right away, you'll be out of our little tournament after just one or
two matches."

"Oh, come on. I mean, I know you're all great athletes and all, but you're
still girls, and we're all bigger than you."

"Didn't you see what Marcia and Wendy did to Mark and Tom out there?"

"That was volleyball, this is wrestling, a man's sport."

"What about what Marcia did to Mark afterwards?"

"She must have caught him by surprise, that's all."

Kimmy, and all the girls, for that matter, could see that Mickey was going to
need an attitude adjustment. "Okay, why don't we prove it to you. Let's just
draw names. Okay. Will that satisfy you?" He agreed.

So it wound up starting out, much to Alex's chagrin, he had to wrestle Tom.
Alex was a runner, in good shape, with good stamina, but Tom outweighed him by
twenty pounds and was clearly stronger, pretty much overwhelming him. As Alex
sat sown after his defeat, Marcia came and sat next to him. He couldn't help
but notice that her legs looked to be almost twice as big around as his. She
smiled at him, then reached over and grabbed his package. "If I win this
little tournament, you're gonna be my prize."

"Marcia, you're up, against, let's see," Kimmy reached into the hat and pulled
out another slip of paper, "Pete."

"I wanted to wrestle Cathy."

"Sorry, that's the luck of the draw, bad luck of the draw I'd say." All the
girls laughed as Marcia bounced to her feet, full of piss and vinegar, ready
to go. Pete reluctantly came out to face her. The differences were so obvious.
Marcia was clearly the most muscular of the group and, just like with the
volleyball, there was no subtlety in her approach to wrestling. She wanted to
make it clear right from the start that he would have no chance. They locked
up, and after a few seconds of jockeying for position, she pushed off with
such power that Pete fell back a good six or seven feet.

She stood there, her thick arms hanging at her sides like two slabs of meat,
the biceps amazingly round even hanging in repose. Pete was clearly stunned by
her strength and decided that he had to attack with all he had. He got up and
ran at her leaping, hoping to knock her off her feet. It didn't work out that
way. Marcia caught him in her strong arms and in one smooth motion, jumped,
twisted and turned, and slammed him onto his back with her entire hundred and
sixty pounds landing on top of him, so hard that the wind was knocked out of
him. She got off, standing over him, watching him gulp and gasp for air,
waiting until he had recovered.

"Are you ready to continue?" Gamely, he nodded his head in the affirmative.
They locked up again and he maneuvered so that both his arms were working one
of hers, hoping to get her off balance, not a good plan, since that left one
of her arms free. She reached down towards his feet, the power of her shapely
torso causing his body to bend awkwardly as he struggled to maintain his hold
on her other arm with his two. Grabbing his ankle, she pulled with stunning
and overwhelming power, yanking his leg upwards and backwards, and then
switching the grip to the hand of her other arm, the one he was desperately
holding onto. It was unclear what Pete was trying to accomplish at this point,
continuing to hang on to her powerful arm that, for all intents and purpose
was supporting most of his bodyweight.

So now Pete was in what looked like the yoga position called "the dancer" with
his leg bent backwards behind him and his foot up by his head, his ankle in
her grip while his arms clung desperately to that same arm. She snaked her
other arm between that bent leg and the small of his back then started
squeezing, while leaning back, his other foot coming off the ground, in a one
arm bearhug. It was truly a display of staggering strength, bending him into a
pretzel and squeezing the air out of him, while holding his entire bodyweight
in her arms.

Could she make things any worse for him? Yes, she could. She started jumping
up and down. Pete started screaming instantly. She mercifully dropped him into
the sand, where he rolled up into a fetal position. Everyone was quiet for a
minute. Finally, Wendy spoke. "That was a bit brutal."

"Sorry, I got carried away ... ..Anyone else want to try me."

"I doesn't work that way, Marcia," instructed Kimmy. 'It's someone else's
turn, but I can't wait to show you who's really the champ. You showed no
actual skills there."

"I didn't have to, I was just way to strong for him, wasn't I?"

Compared to poor Pete here, but not compared to me."

"Bring it on, bitch," Marcia teased.

"Just wait, girlfriend. I'll see you in the finals. Let's see who's next.
Alex, would you pull two names out of the hat?"

"Wendy and Kimmy, you're next."

"Too bad," said Kimmy, "I wanted to rearrange Mickey's attitude. Hey Mickey,
how do you think you'd have done against Marcia here?"

"I gotta admit, she's really strong for a girl." All the girls rolled their
eyes in unison as he continued. "But it's not like Pete was a lot of
competition. He's pretty weak. Not only am I a lot stronger than Pete, but I
was a wrestler in high school." There were uhhhs and ahhhs all around, but
Mickey was kinda dense and didn't pick up on the fact that they were all
mocking him.

So, Wendy and Kimmy went at it really hard. Hard enough that just about every
guy there realized that they would be pretty banged up if they had been part
of such intense combat. Everyone except Mickey, that is. Finally, he got
matched up against Michelle, the smallest of the group, at a hundred and
twenty pounds. He beat her, with his sixty pound advantage and the fact that
he had wrestled in high school, but he barely won. And that would seem to
indicate that he probably wouldn't have fared so well against one of the
bigger former gymnasts. Everyone could see that except Mickey, who was either
really stupid, or just too caught up in old stereotypes, or both.

At this point everyone had wrestled at least once. The next draw out of the
hat was Michelle versus Alex. "Michelle, do you want to rest a while,
considering that you just wrestled," asked Kimmy.

"Thanks, no. Mickey won because of his size, but I really didn't expend a lot
of energy. He's kinda slow, and quite frankly, I didn't think his wrestling
skills were all that great. I just couldn't overcome the weight disparity.
Another twenty pounds of muscle and I would have destroyed his sorry ass."

"Fuck you, bitch." Mickey was showing his true colors.

"Watch your mouth, Mickey," Alex saw showing unusual courage considering
Mickey was a lot bigger than him.

"You want a piece of me, faggot."

That really pissed Marcia off. "Oh, Kimmy, let me at this asshole right now."

"Okay, everyone settle down." Kimmy looked over at Alex. "Are you ready to
wrestle Michelle?'

"I guess." So they wrestled. Alex was bigger and heavier than Michelle, but
not as heavy as Mickey and with no wrestling experience. Michelle pretty much
had her way with him. She was faster, more coordinated, more flexible, and
even though she was quite a bit smaller, she was stronger than he was, just as
Kimmy said she would be. In fact, she beat him more easily than Tom had. So
now Alex was out of their backyard tournament, having lost twice.

Cathy drew Marcia next and though she had proven herself a capable opponent
against Kimmy, even in defeat, she proved to be no match at all for her friend
Marcia, who seemed to be gaining strength as the afternoon wore on. Marcia was
simple overwhelming now, her skills, not so much wrestling skills, but the
quickness, coordination etc. that all gymnasts have including Cathy. But
Marcia's strength was truly frightening, even against other girls who were
extremely strong themselves, sometimes throwing her almost ten feet through
the air, sometimes slamming Cathy onto her back with such force it was amazing
the Cathy was able to continue.

After that, Mickey and Tom wound up wrestling and Tom, to everyone's surprise,
wound up winning, though not by much, at least it shut Mickey up for a little
while.

After a few more were knocked out, all that were left were Tom, and Mickey,
with one loss each, and Kimmy and Marcia with no defeats. Kimmy destroyed Tom
in about two minutes, dispatching him quickly and easily, because she wanted
to face off against the only person she knew would be a challenge, Marcia.
Mickey was wondering why he kept not being picked, but it looked inevitable
that he would be facing the winner of the match between these two awesome
women. He was in a mood for revenge, feeling that he should not have lost to
Tom, but having this gnawing sensation in his belly after seeing how Tom had
been so easily dominated by the super hot and amazingly strong and athletic
Kimmy.

Two names were pulled from the hat and it was Marcia and Kimmie, who had hoped
to meet each other in the finals, but it was, as they say, the luck of the
draw.

Marcia threw Kimmy around like she was a rag doll, twisting her into positions
that would snap bones or tear ligaments on a less well conditioned person. She
really beat the hell out of her, to everyone's shock and surprise. To see as
formidable an athlete as Kimmy get dominated in that way left everyone stunned
and speechless. To add to the humiliation, after Kimmy lay on her back, unable
to fight back any longer, Marcia kneeled beside her and put her hand over
Kimmy's face, not with any pressure or anything, just a sign of complete
control. Marcia looked over at Mickey. "Hey asshole, Tom beat you, but he had
no chance against Kimmy, and as you can see, girlfriend here was no match for
me. You do the math. Finals in two minutes. I don't need any rest. No one here
has taxed my over the top energy reserves at all. I'm gonna destroy you."

Mickey turned white as a ghost. While he sat there, shaking, Marcia leaned
over and kissed her defeated friend, reviving her some. "You okay, girlfriend?
I'm sorry I was so rough. Even when I don't have an attitude, I lose control,
I'm so fucking competitive. And when it comes to Dickwad over there," she
gestured toward Mickey, "I do have an attitude. He's going to wish he had
never met any of us power girls."

"I don't think I wanna wrestle anymore. You've made your point. I barely beat
the smallest of you. You're all amazing. I've never seen anything like it."

"Too late, Fuckface." She laughed out loud. "That's what I'm gonna do. After I
wipe the mat, or rather the sand, with you, I'm gonna fuck your face with my
beautiful pussy, got that, Fuckface?"

"No, I'm not gonna wrestle you."

"If you don't fight back, it'll just be worse."

"Let him wrestle me instead."

"Katrina?" Kimmy was sitting up now, seemingly none the worse for the beating
she had taken at the hands of the Marcia. "I wasn't expecting you to be home
for a few more hours."

"We left early, 'cause, did you remember, Mom and Step-Dad are leaving for
their delayed honeymoon." She looked around at everyone. "I guys, I'm Katrina,
Kimmy's younger sister." Then she looked over at Alex. "Hi, step-brother." She
winked at Alex. There was a seductive quality to her voice. Then she turned
her attention back to Marcia and Kimmy. "Marcia, you know that this guy is no
competition for you. What's the point?"

"He's an asshole who needs an attitude adjustment."

"Well let me do it."

Michelle chimed in. "He's pretty big. I couldn't overcome the size
difference."

"Let me try. By the way, Mom and Step-Dad are coming out to say hello and then
they're leaving for the airport. No one tell them what's going on." A minute
later, Mary and Fred came out, said their hellos, and then were off.

As soon as they left, Marcia looked over at Mickey. "You're off the hook, for
now, Dickhead."

Katrina spoke again. "Michelle, I know that you're pretty amazing and that
you've kept your strength and fitness levels at far beyond what most humans
can even imagine, but remember, I've been going to this elite training school.
Mickey's hardly off the hook." She turned and headed towards the house,
calling over her shoulder, "I'm going to put on my new suit. Wait 'til you see
it Kimmy." She turned to Alex. "Wait 'til you see it, Step-bro." And then she
was gone.

"Well I wanna wrestle some more. And I am so worked up right now that I don't
wanna stop. I guess I'm the official winner of our little tournament. Alex,
I'll take my prize later. But, right now, how about a little exhibition match.
Tom and Pete, are you guys up for a little two on one?"

"No, I don't think so."

"No way, I've had enough pain."

"Oh, come on. I'll tell you what. Get me in any starting position that you
want. Reluctantly, they agreed. They shouldn't have bothered. They had Marcia
lie on her stomach, then put both arms behind her in a double chicken wing,
and Pete sat on her back holding her arms for all he was worth. Tom was
sitting on her hamstrings, her lower legs bent up behind her, crossed and Tom
putting all his bodyweight on them and all his strength. It took less than
thirty seconds and Tom was in a full nelson, but with her using only one arm
to control both of his, holding him facedown, and pulling up on one of his
legs with her other arm, while Pete was being crushed between her legs, his
face jammed into her pussy as she pleasured herself at his expense.

It was a truly stunning display from a female who could do just about anything
with her overwhelmingly superior physical gifts. And speaking of stunning,
that was the word that Kimmy had used to describe what Katrina looked in a
bikini, and that was last summer. As Katrina came out the back door, it was
instantly obvious to Alex that stunning was not an adequate description. The
suit she was wearing was so tiny, the bottom, just a little triangle covering
her pussy. Her tits had grown some in the past few months and the old
description "torpedo tits" was an apt description. They simply stuck straight
out from a torso that was so ripped, so well conditioned that it was hard to
believe. Her top only emphasized the firmness of those breasts, just two
little triangles that barely covered her clearly erect nipples and allowed
lots of breast to be seen all the way around those little patches of fabric.
There were three little inscriptions on the suit, "wish you were here" on the
left breast, "and here" on the right, "but your face is gonna be here" on the
patch covering her crotch.

This group of hardbody "power girls" all felt suddenly untrained compared to
this perfect young woman. No one spoke, they all just stared. All the oxygen
had been sucked out of the room, as they say. Finally, Kimmy found her voice.
"Katrina, I've never seen anyone in as good a shape as you. Have you gained
some weight?"

"Twelve pounds of muscle. Actually, maybe a little more than that, cause my
bodyfat levels have dropped." She walked over to Mickey, as he stood. The
contrasts were so evident. He stood a full foot taller than her, and though he
was fit, he looked rather loose compared to her. Even though she was craning
her neck to look up at him, her face revealed absolute fearlessness and
confidence. He didn't look so sure of himself.

"Are you ready, Dickhead? Is that your real name? Is that a gun in your pocket
or are you just glad to see me?" She looked over to where Pete and Tom and
Alex were sitting. All had obvious boners. "I see you all like what you see.
Girls, you too? I see a lot of high beam headlights over there. Well, when you
see me wrestle, I hope I can only turn up the heat some more. Alex, even from
twenty feet away, I can see who has the biggest gun."

Mickey decided the best tactic was to sneak attack while she was looking
toward the group. He grabbed for her head, but was way too slow. Even not
looking at him, she was able to react. He caught empty space as she ducked,
stuck her head between his knees, and lift, falling backwards and then quickly
moving to the side to get out from under him as he crashed face first to the
ground. Quick as a wink, using her gymnastics skills, she leaped high in the
air, did a back flip and came down on his back, leading with a single knee,
causing a jolt of pain to go through his entire body, up and down his spine.
She got up and strutted around the big guy, who was starting to get up, but
slowly.

Finally on his feet, he stood facing her, unsure of himself, as she stood with
her hands on her hips, her already supreme confidence levels going up by the
second. Suddenly, she took two steps forward, went down on her hands and
pushed off with her powerful arms, rocketing up and backwards, wrapping her
legs around his neck before he could even move to defend himself. The she
threw her bodyweight backwards and down, sliding down so her ankles were now
locked around his neck. She reached as low as she could, which was to his
knees, and pulled hard with those muscular, vascular arms. Mickey crashed down
onto his back with a huge thud as she sat up, still holding his legs behind
his knees.

Simultaneously leaping forward from her knees, she landed with that little
patch that said "but your face is gonna be here" on it, while pulling his legs
up with her. Katrina ground herself against the hapless Mickey's nose, and
quickly brought herself off, looking over at the group, the girls all
unabashedly sticking their hands down into their own suits, the guys already
seeming having come on their own, just watching this little dynamo. The truth
was, they had all been on edge all day long being around these awesome women,
and Katrina's demonstration had pushed them over the edge.

Katrina stared at Alex as she finished using Mickey's face, then she stood up,
still looking at him, still holding Mickey's legs, but having shifted her grip
to his ankles. She walked quickly forward, flipping him over onto his stomach,
and then dragging him across the sand towards Alex. She stood in front of him,
this absolutely unbelievable tiny muscle machine the most perfect specimen
imaginable and whispered, "Kimmy sent me that photo of your amazing cock, too.
It looked to be as hard as my body." Then she lowered herself down until she
was sitting on the small of Mickey's back, applying a painful Boston Crab. He
cried out in pain and asked her to stop. Instead, she leaned back, applying
even more pressure, her hard torso tensing into such detail that her core
looked like a relief map, reminding Alex and Kimmy as to why they could see
those abs through her tight leotards the previous winter.

Finally, Katrina let go and Mickey flopped to the ground, sobbing quietly, his
body occasionally heaving. She went over to Marcia and reached out a hand,
Marcia complying and reaching back. Katrina yanked her to her feet and moved
closer, her perfect tits brushing against Marcia's hard abs. "How'd I do?"

"Great, unbelievable. I believe that if you were my size with your same
conditioning, you'd kick my ass with ease."

Katrina then went over to Alex, who was sitting, but due to his height and her
lack thereof, her sweet pussy was right in front of his face. She was
breathing deeply and the sight of her lower abs responding to each breath,
that little bit of fabric damp from her arousal, was too much for him, and he
came in his shorts. Marcia called out to her, "Katrina, he's mine tonight, my
prize for beating all the other wrestlers."

"That's okay, I have something else in mind." She turned back to Alex. "If you
survive your little tryst with Marcia tonight, I just want you to know that my
eighteenth birthday is next Thursday, and your huge dick will be the present
that you're going to give me."

By this point, Mickey had stopped crying and had gotten to his knees. She went
over and stood in front of him. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't here before, but I assume that you not only were thinking that girls
couldn't compete with guys and you were being quite a jerk about it. Am I
right?"

"He called me a bitch," said Michelle.

"That true, Dickwad?" He shook his head in the affirmative, sniffling a last
tear back. Tenderly, Katrina placed her hand on the back of his head, then
suddenly, with tremendous force, slammed his face into her rock hard abs. He
fell back, out cold, blood dripping from his broken nose.

Everyone was so worked up at this point that Kimmy offered the use of any
available rooms. Wendy and Tom, who had come together, found a room upstairs
as did Cathy and Pete. While it was true that Michelle and Mickey had come
together, this had really been their first date, having met at the gym. She
really wanted nothing to do with him at this point, so Kimmy asked Michelle if
she minded if she could sexually abuse the jerk for a while. "Be my guest, see
if you can fuck him up some more while you're getting your rocks off. Kimmy
went over and helped him to his feet, twisted his arm behind his back and led
him into the house.

"Are you gonna hurt me anymore?" he whimpered as she pushed him forward.

"Probably."

In the mean time, Marcia got up and headed towards the house. "Meet me in the
kitchen in five minutes, Alex." So, he sat there gathering himself as Michelle
and Katrina watched him with amusement.

"Are you scared, Alex," asked Katrina, as she and Michelle giggled, 'cause if
you're not, well, you should be, but I can tell that you find us muscle girls
more exciting than you ever imagined you would, don't you?" He nodded.

Michelle continued, "You know Alex, anyone of us, even us littler ones could
do pretty much anything we want to you. I mean, ya know, I beat you pretty
easily wrestling, but, believe it or not, I could have beaten Mickey too. I
tanked it, because we had decided that he needed to get his ass kicked really
bad. I could have beaten him, but not as bad as Marcia could. We were setting
him up. But then fate stepped in and he wound up with something even better,
better for us girls, I mean. Getting destroyed by someone really small, was
icing on the cake." She stopped talking for a minute, turning to Katrina,
reaching out and stroking her phenomenal arms, running her finger up and down
the huge vein that ran all the way from her wrist, up and over her shoulder.

"Katrina, girlfriend, you were absolutely awesome. You've got me soooo turned
on right now."

"I didn't know you're gay."

"I'm not. I've never felt this way before. I think it's your physical
perfection and superiority."

"Well, you too Michelle."

"Yeah, but I'm not in your league."

"You could be." Katrina reached over and began to stroke Michelle's sculptured
legs, tickling her way up towards her bathing suit. She stopped and looked
over at Alex, who was watching this scene unfold before him. "Alex, you'd
better get going. I don't think you want to make Marcia mad."

He jumped up and scurried away. When he got to the kitchen, he was met with
one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen, instantly making him as hard
as a rock, but also filling him with trepidation as to what kind of evening
Marcia had planned for the two of them. She was standing in a corner of the
kitchen cabinets, leaning back against the counter. She had removed her bikini
top and her exposed tits were every bit as magnificent as her rival, Kimmy's.
Marcia had the blender carafe, holding it above her head, pouring a protein
shake into her mouth, a full quart's worth, but allowing it to overflow and
cascade down onto those beautiful breasts, drops falling further off the tips
of her very erect nipples, down onto her hard core. She didn't stop until the
jar was empty, and then she sensuously licked as much more as she could get
off the glass.

Looking over at Alex with glazed eyes, she spoke in a low, guttural voice,
"Lick it off. Clean it off me, every drop." It was not a request, it was a
command. Alex cautiously moved towards her and when he got close, he dropped
to his knees, almost worshipful, quaking with anticipation. "Up here, Tiger. I
won't hurt you. Kimmy would kill me if I harmed a hair on your head."

Alex got to his feet and began licking the sticky liquid off her body. Unlike
so many guys, who have no subtlety about them, going straight for the nipples,
Alex licked and teased moving about, finding drops on her round powerful
delts, dipping down and licking her hard abs, swooping up, just glancing of an
occasional blueberry covered areola. He was driving her absolutely mad with
desire. Soon, she involuntarily wrapped her arms around his upper torso and
head, hugging him to her body as she climaxed so hard, she almost fell, which
would probably have wound up with Alex getting hurt, but not Marcia, as she
was all but indestructible.

Meanwhile, out by the pool, Katrina had removed her top as Michelle gently
pushed her onto her back, and began licking at her nipples. Just that little
bit of stimulation put Katrina into an immediate state, She arched her back as
she came, bucking like a bronco, almost throwing Michelle off of her. "Mmmmm,
that was nice. My turn." She flipped Michelle off of her and slowly pulled her
thong off, while Michelle did the same, removing her own top also. Both girls
were clean shaven, both had pussy rings and each had the same idea at the same
time, taking the rings between teeth and gently tugging, each sending the
other into convulsions.

Katrina got off of Michelle and went to the diving board of the pool, taking a
three step approach, bouncing high and doing a simple back layout, but
perfectly executed, and oh so high above the surface of the water. Michelle
followed her, equally perfect. They approached each other in the water,
brushing their beautiful breasts against each other as their hands went
between each other's legs.

Satisfied that Alex had licked every drop of protein shake off of her strong
body, an orgasm that almost knocked both of them over, Marcia commanded Alex
to remove her thong with his teeth. Now on his knees, he gazed up at his
goddess waiting to be told what to do next as Marcia reached into the blender
jar and scoped out the last bit of shake, and slathering it into her pussy. "I
think you missed some." Dutifully, Alex pushed his talented tongue into her
sweetness and licked with such talent, that this time she truly did lose
control, her hands on the back of his head, shoving him in further with such
power that she knocked him out as she came. She picked him up and threw him
over her shoulder, carrying him upstairs to the bathroom where she held him up
in the shower until he was revived, simultaneously cleaning the stickiness off
their bodies.

"I'm sorry I knocked you out, Alex. Please don't tell Kimmy."

"Why do you care? You made it clear earlier that she's no match for you."

"Oh, that. That was a setup. She knew that I wanted to fuck you. Actually all
the girls want to fuck you, and will eventually if given the opportunity. But,
just so you know, Kimmy and I are about equal. She already had a go round with
you last night, and I had to "win" our little tournament in order to claim you
as my prize. She let me throw her around like that. If we had a match that
wasn't a setup, we would be very evenly matched.

"So in other words, she could have taken Pete and Tom as easily as you did."

"Just as easily. And right now, she's surely showing Mickey that she considers
sex to be just as much a full contact sport as wrestling is."

"So she really did go easy on me when we made it last night."

"Yeah. And you still wound up unconscious. If she goes all out with Mickey,
he'll be more beaten up from having sex with her than what Katrina did to him
wrestling. Katrina was amazing, wasn't she?" He nodded, not knowing what to
say. "And I guess Katrina wants a piece of you too."

"It's funny. You females are treating me like a piece of meat, but I like it,
I don't resent it."

"Speaking of meat, hold on to those bars." Now it was her turn to give him
some pleasure as she went down on her knees.

Kimmy had taken Mickey down to the workout room. She had him pushed up against
a wall, and she was shoving her pussy into his face as she jumped up and held
onto the chinning bar. As she started to climax, she began moving her super
strong hips in and out, banging his head against the wall with stunning force.
Seconds later he was out on his feet, and as he started to fall forward, she
swung her legs around and wrapped them around his shoulders and back under his
armpits, making sure his face was still positioned where it belonged. Kimmy
started doing pull-ups, bringing his hundred and ninety pounds along,
marveling at her own strength, becoming even more aroused by her overwhelming
superiority and her complete dominance of this asshole that her next orgasm
was even more powerful than her last.

Kimmy was getting more and more out of control at this point. Her arousal was
feeding her energy levels rather than depleting them. She unhooked her legs
and Mickey dropped to the floor, face down, barely conscious. Jumping down,
she straddled his legs, facing the same way, and stood for a few seconds,
catching her breath. Then she folded his lower legs up toward his knees,
crossing them and sitting on them, so the backs of his ankles were right
against her pussy. She grabbed him under the chin, pulling him painfully back,
leaning back so far that the back of her head was almost touching the floor,
bending him almost in half, backwards. He clawed at her arms with his free
hands, but she was so much stronger than him that his efforts at freeing
himself were totally ineffectual. As she climaxed again his screaming from the
pain and her screeching in ecstasy was so loud that all the other couples in
the house could hear them.

By this point, Alex and Marcia had made their way to his bedroom and she was
on top of him, trying to hold back, but with limited success. Alex's huge
dick, her prize for the day, felt just so good, filling her vagina like it had
never been filled before, large enough to be rubbing against her clitoris and
her G-spot at the same time. Then, hearing Mickey's screams and Kimmy's loud
moans from somewhere else in the house raised her sexual temperature a few
more degrees. Instinctively, her legs entwined with his as her hip thrusts
intensified to the point where she actually was causing Alex pain, even as her
pussy contracted and convulsed, causing him immense pleasure. Luckily, being a
runner, though his legs were nowhere near as strong as her hers, at least they
were able to withstand the powerful onslaught of her leg lock. But the
pounding of her hips and torso was another story. Thank goodness his mattress
was soft enough to absorb a lot of the thrusting, though he would be bruised
and sore the next day. As Marcia achieved purchase, her magnificent tits were
involuntarily pounding his face so hard that the inevitable happened, and he
was knocked out, even as he came huge amounts of cum, shooting into her with
such intensity that it felt to her like it was coursing through her entire
body, pushing her to yet another new level of sexual sensation.

She sat up and looked down at his placid face, realizing that this experience
was different. Yes, she routinely knocked guys out with her powerful version
of sexual intercourse, but just as Kimmy had said, just as the photo that
circulated through the power girls network of cell phones the night before had
attested to, Alex was still hard as a rock. "You may not be physically as
strong as even the smallest of us, Alex, but you have a strength that we all
value, that we all crave. I hope you heard that, even though you're out cold."
She proceeded to fuck him through five or six more over the top orgasms and
though he was still out, he was breathing deeply, and he was still hard.

All through the house, every power girl was pushed to new levels of arousal,
hearing their friend and unofficial leader's cries of pleasure as she taught
yet another lesson to Mickey with her sexual prowess. Every guy, if not
knocked out, was pushed to a level of sexual exhaustion that they were no
longer of any use to the girls, not having the talent that Alex had of staying
erect even when unconscious, and also none of the guys coming anywhere near
the size that he was also fortunate enough to have.

A little while later, the girls, except Marcia and Kimmy, had made their way
back outside to the pool, glistening muscular bodies illuminated by the
underwater lights of the pool. And in the pool, the two smallest girls, one of
them so well conditioned as to cause envy in a group of girls who themselves
were in such great shape as to make the average person think about getting
their sorry asses to the gym. And these two tiny women were putting on such an
amazing Sapphic display as to be turning all the friend's sexual faucets on
yet again. As they fondled and groped one another, they were comparing notes
as to how their men had held up when Kimmy came wandering out. "Mickey will
never again doubt that women can achieve unbelievable things."

"Where is he?"

"I locked him in the workout room in case he tries to leaves, though I don't
think he can walk at the moment." They were all laughing at his expense when
Marcia came wandering out, a faraway look in her eyes. Everyone wanted to know
how Alex had performed. "Ohhhh, that big dick felt sooo good inside of me. And
he's got such a good attitude about muscle women. Too bad he's so weak."

"I gave him the Q91Y workout program this morning. By the end of this summer,
he'll be more durable and should be able to withstand the sexual pounding that
anyone of us could give him, maybe even giving some pounding back. In the
meantime, you can all take your turns as you want. He's got that one part
that's already strong enough." All the girls started bickering as to who would
be next, when their argument was interrupted by a high, squeaky voice. They
all turned in the direction of the voice, seeing Katrina standing there.

"Girlfriends, you need to know, that even though I'm almost the smallest here,
my levels of fitness, coordination, flexibility, etc. are so high that, with
the exception of Marcia and Kimmy, I could destroy any of you, with ease. Oh,
yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm sooooo fucking strong, you can't even
imagine, even you're all amazingly strong girls. And I would give Kimmy and
Marcia a run for their money. Besides, they've already had a turn fucking my
step brother, so I'm next, on Thursday, my eighteenth birthday.

"I think he's going to need almost a week to recover," said Marcia, 'and,
little girl, as amazing as you are, you're just a little thing, and I would
eat your lunch." Ever the competitor, Marcia just felt like pushing Katrina's
buttons. It worked. Katrina took two steps, and launched herself at the much
larger Marcia, and the fight was on. And what a fight it was. Marcia's brute
strength was evident, but she was also amazingly quick for a big girl. Katrina
had lightning speed, but everyone was really amazed at how strong she was for
such a relatively small person. They were stunned when Katrina managed to
throw Marcia on a couple of occasions, and even bodyslam her once or twice
when her speed allowed her to get Marcia in a compromising position.

It finally ended only when Marcia was able to get Katrina in the same position
that she had had Alex in a little while before, legs entwined, arms to the
sides, and pushing her hard breasts into Katrina's face. And she was only able
to stop this little hellion due to her own tremendous strength and a forty
pound weight advantage. Then she started the hip thrusting. This went on for
several minutes. When she stopped, she looked down at Katrina.

Katrina smiled up at her. "Was that supposed to hurt?"

"Oh, girlfriend, that would have killed most people."

"I do upside down crunches while my coach throws a medicine ball at my abs.
The only thing that served to do was get me more worked up. But, I concede,
you win."

"And you are truly incredibly. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Oh, a lot of improvisation, and a guy I was seeing at gymnastics school
taught me some."

"Was seeing?"

"Until I started beating him." Katrina giggled out loud, remembering how
embarrassed the guy was the first and only time she whooped his ass before he
decided he couldn't handle that.

"Well, I had to give every ounce of strength I had. If you were the same size
as me, I know I wouldn't have had a chance. Let me reward you." With that,
Marcia scooted down and started licking. As Katrina came, she flopped around
with such intensity that Marcia could barely hold on. As they finished, they
looked up to see every other power girl locked in sexual embrace with another.
"Katrina, female on female is real nice, but I like big dicks. We're going to
have to start training some guys to be able to keep up with us."

Another voice was heard, Kimmy's, muffled, because her face was buried in
Michelle's crotch at the moment, "Q91Y."