Heather  Part 2  Amy 
by Musclehead



Since she had already established herself in the hierarchy of the family,
Heather didn't feel the need to abuse her step-brother or step-father anymore.
That wasn't really in her personality, anyway. Picking on lesser mortals was
more suited to Amy's aggressive nature, so Heather let her take over the
duties of making Justin's life miserable. Amy also had a gymnastics background
and like Heather, was blessed by the gene gods. She was bigger than Heather,
and after she started working with weights, she was the only one around who
actually got stronger than Heather. When you've got a five foot-seven inch
tall muscle girl weighing in at a hundred and sixty-five pounds, with
gymnastics skills and a very aggressive personality, you've got yourself one
frighteningly formidable girl.

Poor Justin's first encounter with Amy was in early October of that same year.
Heather wasn't picking on him anymore, she really never did except for those
two encounters. It was an unusually warm autumn, not that it mattered in
Alabama on the Gulf Coast

. So when he saw her out floating in the pool, lying back on a big inner in
her tiny leopard skin suit with some sunglasses on, her tits sticking up in
the air, he decided to join her, no longer feeling threatened. Something
looked different than usual, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Her
tits seemed bigger. She seemed bigger. Nah, must just be his imagination.

Justin got in the water at the steps and started to head in her direction,
feeling stirrings down there in his swim trunks gazing upon her extraordinary
body. She had half an eye open behind her dark lenses and when he was close
enough, she exploded out of the tube. As this darkly tanned Tarzana flew at
him, he realized that this hot muscular body was bigger than him, not smaller
like his step-sister. Amy pulled him under the water and in less than five
seconds his swim trunks were lying on the bottom of the pool and he was across
her shoulders facing up as she sprang to the surface.

As he was being dragged to the bottom of the pool, he had figured out that
this was not his step-sister. As embarrassing as it was for him to be so
easily manhandled by whoever this babe was, his dick was hard as a rock,
sticking up in the air. He started to say something when he felt himself being
lifted towards the sky and then thrown, a good six or seven feet, back into
the water. As he got his bearings and turned around, she dove at him again. He
struggled but whoever this was, was much too strong for him and he was getting
nowhere and soon enough he was in a backbreaker position once again.

Amy carried him out of the pool and over to the lawn, dumping him
unceremoniously to the grass. She took off her sunglasses and flung them
aside, causing Justin to gasp when he recognized her. He hadn't seen Amy in
almost a year, that's how long it had been since she had been over. "Justin,
don't you just love how secluded your back yard is. And I think it's really
nice that your parents let me come over when they weren't here. No one will be
home for hours, so you have me all to yourself." She put her hands out, palms
up and beckoned him to come at her and clearly not for a kiss.

He knew it was futile but he really had no choice but to try fight back.
Coming at her with his arms out to meet hers, she flung them away as if they
were a couple of empty sleeves on a shirt and then she grabbed him in a
bear-hug. He gasped for breath as her thick arms went around his chest and
back, his feet leaving the ground. Taking one quick step forward, she jumped
and slammed him on the ground on his back. Justin felt the wind being forced
out of his body, and as he tried desperately to catch a breath, he felt
himself being lifted up and pounded down again. But this time as she jumped,
she twisted her body, incorporating some of her gymnastics skills. The torque
created by her spinning torso made the impact even more devastating than the
first slam.

When he came to, he tried to sit up, but was really having some trouble at
first. His breathing was labored and his ribs and back hurt. When he was
finally able, he looked over through still bleary eyes at this magnificent
specimen doing tumbling routines on the lawn. God, she was incredible. "How
could she get so high on her jumps?" he wondered. "How could such a big chick
do double flips with twists in them?" Seeing him, she came over and stood at
his feet, arms hanging at her sides, biceps still amazingly full and rounded
even in a relaxed state, triceps thick and defined, even in repose. Her thighs
looked almost as big as her tight waist and her shoulders seemed twice as wide
as that muscle laden core.

"I'm pretty fuckin' awesome, aren't I? And you're totally afraid of me but at
the same time you're even more turned on by me than you are by Heather."

She laughed at his startled look. "Ha, yes she told me how you grabbed her
hamstrings to pull your face in farther even as she was abusing you. Well,
think about this. My body is just as perfect as hers, maybe even a little
sexier since my tits are proportionally bigger, emphasized by how her suit
just doesn't fit me now, does it?" Amy knew she was getting to him since, even
though he was pretty roughed up, her description of her own body was causing
his dick to stir as his eyes affirmed that everything she said about herself
was true.

"You know that the reason she doesn't abuse you anymore is because from what
she tells me, the sex with your buddy Scott is so awesome. Plus you're no
challenge. She said that she's more than twice as strong, and a much better
athlete than you. Well, I'm as good of an athlete as she is," his dick was
fully erect at this point. "You know she weighs about one forty-five, but I've
got twenty pounds on her. Yup, a hundred and sixty-five pounds of hot curvy
muscle." She could actually see his dick throbbing. "And I'm way stronger than
she is. You obviously are no challenge for me either, but I don't care." At
that last comment, he lost it, his bad boy shooting his stuff like a geyser,
over two feet into the air.

Laughing contemptuously at him, she untied the bottom suit strings on either
side of those muscular hips, dropping it to the ground. He could see that she
was clean shaven. Then she removed her top. Justin was beside himself staring
at this awesome body, marveling how tits that big could stick straight out
without any sagging whatsoever. He shot another load, less than a minute after
the first one.

"My turn." From a standing position, showing off her amazing athleticism, Amy
jumped, and did a mid-air twisting flip, right over him and landing just above
his head, something that might be easy for an eighty pound pixie gymnast to
do, but mind boggling for a hundred and sixty-five pounder. Then she scooched
forward so she was hovering over his face. "You know, weakling, they say a
girl as big and muscular as me shouldn't be able to do what I just did, but it
was easy. Supposedly all those muscles also make me less flexible, but watch
this." Spreading her legs out to the side, her pussy descended down onto his
face as she went into a full French split.

Now her full weight was on his head and she began to rotate her powerful
pelvis, finding the right connection to his mouth and nose. Since he couldn't
breathe, his legs began to flail around so she grabbed them, pulled them back
towards her jacked torso and wrapped them both up with one arm. Then she
lifted up off his body and he desperately sucked in air. "Take a deep breath
'cause I'm not gettin' back off until I'm satisfied, so you'd best put your
tongue to work as well." Amy liked abusing him, indeed now that she was so
monstrously strong, Justin wasn't the only one she used for her feral
pleasure. But she didn't want to kill him, so she released his legs, figuring
when they started kicking again, he needed air. Justin proved surprisingly
skilled with his tongue and very quickly Amy shuddered and coated his face
with girl goo.

"Mmmmm that was pretty good, little man." Justin was the same height as Amy at
five-seven but she outweighed him by fifteen pounds, so by her standards, he
was a little man. Lifting up off him a little, she went on. "You know, Justin,
I'm way more aggressive than Heather, and when she discovered even before she
started lifting that she was stronger than you, well back then I was stronger
than her, so logically I was stronger than you, and lots of other guys, it
turns out. And I really got off on it. Then Heather got stronger than me so I
decided to start hitting the weights myself. Now I'm so fucking strong, I can
beat guys who are a lot bigger than me just as easily as I could beat guys
like you when I was strong just from gymnastics."

But she wanted to give him another demonstration of her awesome power. Sliding
her legs inward, like doing a split in reverse, Amy went back up to her knees.
She grabbed his arms, pushed them above his head, on the ground, and then
settled her pussy back down onto his face, but this time with her legs
straight behind her, his skinny arms captured in between those muscular
thighs. Then she went up into a plank, bringing his captured body up off the
ground with her. As unbelievable as it may sound, she then started walking her
hands back towards her feet, lifting more and more of his skinny legs off the
grass as she went into an inverted V position. His back was badly arched, his
arms were caught and his face was buried.

This was about as dominating as a position could get. His screams into her
pussy put her over the top and as she climax, she suddenly stood up. He was
literally hanging out of her pussy. Her superiority was so overwhelming, her
dominance so complete, his abject humiliation so undeniable, and yet as she
moaned loudly in total ecstasy, he once again ejaculated hugely.

When he came to a little while later, he slowly got to his feet. He had never
been so sore in his life, but nothing was broken. Thinking that a dip in the
water might revive him he agonizingly made his way up the berm towards the
pool. "Oh, God," he thought to himself when he reached his destination, "She's
still here." Indeed, Amy had her suit back on, what little there was of it,
and she was lounging on her back in the inner tube, sun glasses on, awesome
tits pointing skyward. "Maybe she's asleep," he thought. Slowly he crept by
her. When he was almost past the pool and gone, "Justin, where you goin'?"

Before he could react in any way, like running, she was out of the pool and
standing in front of him, about ten feet away. "You're not leaving, are you?
We were having so much fun." As much as seeing her naked had emphasized her
sexiness, that tiny leopard skin bikini now underscored her primal animal
strength. Here before him was the female jungle woman of his wet dreams. Amy
knew the effect she had on men, and she really got off on it. It fed her
aggressive personality and turned her on that she had this power, this sexual
magnetism combined with her superior strength was such a potent combination.

But what seemed to be happening right now seemed was something completely
different. As Heather had noticed earlier in the summer, for a skinny weakling
(by her standards) Justin was decently hung, a little above average. But right
now, Amy's raw feral power was causing Justin to reach a state of arousal he
had never before felt. His dick was so filled with blood that it had actually
grown, now eight inches and thicker than it was a mere hour earlier. Amy
decided that it was now big enough for her, but she couldn't just fuck him in
a typical way. No, not Amy.

As she inched towards him, he begged, "It wasn't fun for me."

"You came several times."

"You hurt me."

"I can't help it if I'm so much stronger than you. I'm much stronger than a
lot of guys, some of whom might even be considered pretty powerful, but not to
me. I wind up hurting a lot of them, even as they can't seem to stop their
cocks from mis-behaving, just like you. Well, tough shit for them and too bad
for you." She stopped for a second, to heighten the tension, to let him gaze
upon her awesome perfection for a few seconds more. "You're dick is actually
growing, you know that?" Justin looked down at his dick, his eyes widening in
amazement. "Little boy, how'd you like to actually fuck me?" As soon as she
said that she could see that he was about to erupt again. Quick as a wink, she
closed the gap between them, grabbed his dick and squeezed. He let out a yelp
as his ejaculation stopped instantly.

Still holding on tight to his throbbing cock, she wrapped her other arm around
his body, lifted him off the ground and carried him back out to the lawn.
Instead of throwing him down, she set him on his feet, let go of his dick and
stepped back. "On your knees," she ordered. He couldn't drop fast enough.
"Lick my pussy." Amy's pulled her legs close so her feet were touching.

"I can't get to it, your legs are too close together."

"Well, pull them apart." He tried desperately but they both knew that it
wasn't going to happen. "Ha. If there were two of you, one on each leg, you'd
have no better luck. Untie the sides of my thong." He reached out and she
swatted his hands away. "with your teeth." He struggled, but finally did it,
his cock throbbing even more as his face touched the hard flesh on her hips.
Mission accomplished, "Now, how 'bout if I do this?" Standing on one leg, Amy
lifted her other until it was almost straight up, almost a standing French
split.

"Now, you're little brain might not be able to comprehend how almost
impossible it is to do what I'm doing. This requires flexibility, balance and
strength the few people possess." She stood perfectly still for a second, and
then, "Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Time for you to put your tongue to work."
Amy stood as still as a guard at Buckingham Palace, even as Justin's tongue
brought her to a tremendous orgasm. That done, she ordered him onto his back.
"You're not going to fuck me, Justin, I'm going to fuck you."

As he lay back, "Oh, little boy, you must have really been overwhelmed by that
last stunt of mine, your dick looks bigger still, worthy of me now." She
kneeled down at his feet and gently spread his legs to the side. Inching
closer, Amy bent forward. "Now, my little weakling, you have to show as much
self-control and discipline as I did, balancing in a full split while you
licked me. Try real hard not to cum."

Amy removed her top and then lowered her breasts down onto his dick and
started to tit fuck him. He came immediately, she knew he would. Gobs and gobs
of his stuff sprayed everywhere. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"You'll have to be punished, even though I knew that if you didn't come, it
would have been more impressive than my standing split, but I don't care.
You're still hard as a rock. Good boy." Still holding unto his legs, she
wasn't so gentle this time as she spread them farther out to the side,
eliciting another cry of pain. No, Amy wasn't done with the rough treatment
yet. After impaling herself on his member, Amy started to pound up and down so
hard that Justin cried out with each downward thrust, even as his pleasure
matched his pain. When she felt him start to erupt, she clamped down and
brought him to a halt, causing his lower torso to come off the ground with her
ups and downs, Amy crying out in orgasmic joy as Justin screamed.

But this coupling was about to go to a new level. With brute strength that was
hard to comprehend, Justin's ankles were instantly up by his ears. Amy wrapped
her muscular arms around him, capturing his skinny ones, his torso and those
folded in half legs, a full body bear-hug. And then she got up onto her knees.
Justin couldn't move anything except his head. This was total sexual
dominaton. And then, still keeping everything captured, a hand came to the
back of his head and his face was pushed down into those glorious boobs.
"Leave everything to me, as if you had a choice."

Amy began squeezing and releasing those pussy muscles that were as well
developed as all her other ones. As they both built to a simultaneous climax,
Amy clenched tight and then released. It would be hard to believe that Justin
had come many times already that day because the amount of fluid he shot into
her was so much that it was spilling out as her clitoris spasmed like never
before. When she settled down, she asked him, "How was that, frail person?"
but he was unconscious and would remain so for hours.

Heather and Scott were in the pool taking turns seeing who could hold their
breath longer while they administered oral sex to each other. It was pretty
evenly matched, so they decided to both do it at the same time to really see
who the winner was, consequently going for longer and both bursting to the
surface at the same time gasping for air, just as a certain exhausted, naked
Justin was limping by, still sporting wood hours later.

"Justin, what happened to you, you look like you've been in a fight, buddy?"
Scott managed between hard breaths.

"Or had a sexual encounter with Amy." His look at his step-sister betrayed
him. "That's it, isn't it? That's why you still have a boner. She is one hot
babe, and she's strong as shit, stronger than either one of us, and you know
how strong we are."

"She hurt me."

"She can't help it. She doesn't always keep her power in check, especially
when she's turned on. You're lucky she likes you."

"LIKES me?"

"Yeah, you shoulda seen that one guy. He was pretty big, probably twenty
pounds more than her. But he was a jerk, so he got what he deserved. I think
he's still wearing a neck brace. Anyway, I think she turns you on more than I
do."

"Did she say at some point that you'd need to be punished?" asked Scott.

"Yeah, but the whole thing was punishment. Anyway, how'd you know that?"

"Because that's what she said to me at one point."

"You?" Scott looked over at his sister."

She shrugged her shoulders. "She wanted to try him out."

Justin was stunned. "I thought Scott was your guy. You let her have sex with
him?"

"Let her? I couldn't stop her."

"Neither could I. She had her way with me. She pretty much does that with
anyone she feels like."

Heather took Justin by the hands and looked in his eyes. "By the way, there's
some towels over there. If you don't mind, we don't want to look at your dick
anymore."

"Thanks. I think she took my suit."

"How long ago did she leave?"

"I have no idea. I passed out. I think it was about four or so."

"Well, it's nine now, and you're still hard. Let me tell something you about
Amy. When she started to work with weights, she was already really strong,
benching one-eighty her first night. That was thirty-five pounds more than she
weighed at the time. Her strength just skyrocketed from there. Then she
started doing cross-fit also, and eating huge amounts of protein. So, she's
not only bigger than me, I think she's more genetically gifted. I'm extremely
strong, but I don't hold a candle to her anymore. Plus she's real aggressive."

She stopped for a moment to gauge his reaction. "She's not done with you. If
she doesn't like a guy, she rearranges his outlook on life, uses him for her
own satisfaction and then discards him. But she likes you, so you'd better
step up your workouts if you want to survive."

"I started stepping up my workouts after you roughed me up that night. I have
gotten stronger. I just don't seem to be able to get like you guys."

"Maybe you should get some steroids."

"Is that what you too did?"

"No we're all natural."

"What about Amy?"

"She's so strong you could make that case, but nope, not her either. Ya know,
I don't think any average guy who might actually do some of that junk would
still hold a candle to her, she just that fucking superior. Anyway, she had
her fun with Scott and she won't be bothering him anymore. But as for you, no
such luck. You survived tonight. You'll be okay."