Step Daughter's Revenge, Pt. 4  Julie moves on  
by Musclehead



Julie felt strangely detached as she basked in the wonderful feeling of having
not one, but two guys lapping at her pussy at the same time. After all, this
is something that few females ever get to experience, in no small part due to
the fact that her otherworldly strength allowed her to get two guys into a
position to do it, one of them, Billie, being held upside down, licking from
above as she sat on Tom's face, his tongue gaining a different point of entry.

So what was the problem? Part of it was that these guys worshiped the ground
she walked on. So what was wrong with that? Harkening back to that porn video
a little over two years ago where the French bodybuilder made the guy do
whatever she wanted him to do, here she was making two guys do her bidding,
twice as much satisfaction. Off in the distance, downstairs in the basement to
be exact, Monica was very vocally expressing her pleasure, even as Marty was
crying out in pain.

That's what turned Julie on. Not that she was a sadist or a dominatrix or
anything like that. No, she had just come to the realization that she got off
way more when forcing a guy who has turned out to be a clueless sexist, or an
asshole, to pleasure her because she was asserting her superiority and
teaching him a lesson at the same time.

Billy was her friend from childhood, and a great guy, but he never worked out
and Julie knew that she could accidentally hurt him badly in mid-copulation,
something she just didn't want to happen. And Tommy? Here was a guy who was
also totally cool, and in spite of the fact that he worked out all the time,
and for many more years than Julie's two, in addition to the fact that he
outweighed Julie by about fifteen pounds, he was simply no match for her
strength or her God-given athletic skills, skills that manifested themselves
in both wrestling and sex.

She had really gotten off while she was physically overwhelming her hated
step-brother, humiliating him for his dickishness while turning him on so much
that he came like he had never come before, in spite of the fact that there
was no touching of his cock and he was in the most painful position
conceivable. Yes, it certainly helped that Monica was lapping at her pussy at
the time, but the fact of what she was doing to someone who so much deserved
it added a dimension to the whole thing that she had only experienced once
before, when she was sitting on that boxer's face in the gym a few months
back.

After having exhausted Billy and Tommy, she returned to the basement and
watched as Monica put the finishing touches on her sexual annihilation of
Marty. She was moaning very loudly as she bounced up and down on Marty's
pelvis with so much energy that Julie wondered whether she'd break some bones
before she was done. For his part, Marty's mouth was open in a scream, but no
sound was coming out. Monica, true to her word, was cutting off any
conceivable pleasure that he might have with a pussy that had the power of a
vise as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

So, life can be funny. Julie, who had never done anything athletic in her
life, had decided to start working out so she could feel, at the very least,
on an equal footing with men when it came to sex. It seemed to be fate,
though, that her natural physical skills would make themselves known, as well
as her genetic potential to grow muscle and to develop strength on a level
that few people attain, man or woman. And because of being so far beyond most
people, sometimes she got lonely, lonely for a man who was as cool as Tommy or
Billy, but a little closer to her physically.

So now, two more years later, Julie had gained another fifteen or so pounds,
and at five-six and a hundred and seventy pounds of hot curvy female muscle,
she was a woman to be reckoned with. Wait, that description does not do her
justice. She was an unstoppable force of nature, as strong as any person, even
catching her diminutive friend, Monica pound for pound. In addition to
improving an already awesome physique over the last two years, she had started
doing lots of other sports, excelling at everything she tried, from gymnastics
to beach volleyball. She especially loved the contrast between a soft,
floating set, and the suddenness and fury of an awesome hit. She had also
spent a lot of time working with Monica on fighting skills, and that
effortless grace of a beautiful set followed by the sudden explosiveness of a
hundred mile-an-hour undiggable spike found its expression in her fighting
also. Like Muhammad Ali said, "float like a butterfly and sting like a bee."

And as with Monica, like a fine jazz musician who knows their every riff
inside and out, forwards and backwards, the ability to improvise while
fighting became as natural as breathing. Even though Monica was one of the
most amazing fighters imaginable, easily handling much bigger guys with her
speed, skill and strength, Julie had caught up in all those areas and since
she was so much bigger, even the formidable former gymnast wasn't a match for
her.

Monica had taught her all of the punching and kicking skills necessary to be a
top notch MMA fighter, but Julie didn't usually do a lot of kicking and
punching. She preferred the wrestling more, the physical contact, the
assertion of her overwhelming strength providing that incredible turn-on that
she lived for. But in addition, one solid kick from one of her powerful legs
would almost always end a fight if it landed, and due to her extraordinary
quickness, they always landed.

So, in keeping with her mission of straightening out the pathetic minds of so
many men who couldn't comprehend how females had moved into the twenty-first
century and they had not, on nights that she wasn't working out, she and
sometimes Monica were out on the prowl. Most of the time, neither one of them
hid their muscles. Tonight, Julie had kept her arms hidden, the one thing that
always caught the attention of others. She had on a short skirt and her very
muscular legs were evident, but lots of women have strong looking legs because
lots of women run. And though it was obvious that she had broad shoulders,
most guys were looking at those great tits.

Tonight she wanted something different than just re-arranging some neanderthal
attitude. Tonight she wanted a guy who might be able to compete with her,
asshole or not. Just a guy with a great, strong body who could give her some
good competition, though tonight all she just wanted was some great fucking.
They were at the beach, having arrived late in the day and not having had the
time to attract a lot of attention with their incredible bodies down by the
water, having gone straight to their motel room. Monica had gone to the
grocery store while Julie took a shower. When she finished bathing, there was
a text message on her phone from Monica saying she had met this guy and don't
wait up for her.

So Julie was on her own, and as she strolled along the boardwalk, her plans
suddenly changed. There was a bar with an updated version of oil wrestling or
jello wrestling as a form of entertainment. This place had an octagon ring
like those used in MMA or extreme fighting, and anyone who wanted to enter the
evenings contest could vie for the thousand dollar prize. "What the heck," she
thought, "I wouldn't mind having an extra thousand and the only woman around
who might have half a chance against me would be Monica."

The people who ran the place were well prepared, figuring someone might want
to enter the contest who didn't have the proper clothes with them for
fighting, so after she filled out the forms and sign the disclaimer, the
owners not wanting to be sued if someone got hurt, she was shown to a locker
room where there was a pile of clothes, freshly washed, for her to choose
from. Julie, somewhat out of character, chose some baggy gym shorts that came
all the way to the knees, and a long sleeved jersey, so no one could really
see that there was a world class athlete about to enter the contest against a
bunch of local yocals.

There were five women in the contest so it was kind of a round robin, two new
ones, Julie included and three regulars, including the champ, who was up first
against the other new girl, or should we say, victim. The champ, Rhonda, beat
the crap out of the poor girl so badly that the ref stopped the fight after
about five or so minutes. Next were the other two regulars, Jill and Lisa.
They were just a little less skilled as Rhonda, and they had a good, long
match before Jill finally prevailed.

So now it was Julie's turn to face Rhonda. It might be pointed out that Rhonda
was good enough that on occasion she actually had entered the men's
competition and though she never prevailed, she was very competitive, even
coming in in third place one time out of a seven man contest. But she proved
to be no such competition for Julie. Julie was absolutely overwhelming, and in
less than a minute, Rhonda was on her stomach, Julie had both Rhonda's arms
locked behind her with her legs, and was pulling Rhonda's legs back up toward
her head.

Rhonda submitted instantly. After she recovered, they embraced in the middle
of the ring. Rhonda was weeping openly, from having lost, and from having
endured so much pain from an opponent who was not only a lot more skilled, but
clearly far stronger. After seeing how easily Julie had dispatched the woman
that neither of them had ever beaten, Jill bowed out, as did Lisa. When Julie
suggested fighting both at the same time, they were at first insulted, and
then after consulting a few minutes, decided that splitting the thousand
dollar prize was better than going home empty handed, so they agreed.

They shouldn't have. Both girls were pretty big, about the same size as Julie,
but that was where the similarities ended. Julie was much stronger than either
one and way faster. It took her a little longer, but still less than three
minutes both of her opponents would have been unable to continue the fight
even if the ref had allowed it.

So the club had a new champ and nobody even knew who she was. She was awarded
her thousand dollars and was starting to head back to the locker room when she
heard it announced that the men's competition was about to start and that the
purse was twenty-five hundred. Incensed that they should get more, she turned
around, went back into the ring and announced that she wanted to enter the
men's competition.

One by one, the six guys in that night's tourney dropped out with one feeble
excuse after another. It looked like she was going to get the prize money
without a fight. Too bad. She was revved up at this point and was hoping for
some competition. None of these guys was really big, but they all looked
strong and fit, hopefully worthy competition. But they all seemed to know that
the woman up there waiting in the ring had dispatched Rhonda far more easily
than any of them ever had.

Just then, some loud mouthed guy wearing a "tap out" shirt, who had just come
in for a drink and was wondering what was going on, and was informed by
another patron standing at the bar next to him. Shouting from the back of the
room, "I can't believe that no one wants to fight this woman. What a bunch of
faggots. I'll do it. I could use some easy money." He was escorted to the
locker room for some clothes, and made to sign the waiver. "What the fuck do I
need to sign this for, no woman can hurt me."

As he made his way to the ring, all loud, cursing, using the B-word, something
no one in their right mind should ever do around Julie, the ref came over and
talked to her for a minute. "This guy's a real asshole, his name is Stan. I'm
Rick, by the way."

"Did he sign the waiver?" The ref nodded in the affirmative. "Then do me a
favor and please don't stop the fight. Okay?" He agreed.

When the guy pulled off his shirt, it was obvious to everyone that this was no
trained athlete. He was twenty to thirty pounds heavier than Julie, but he was
soft. And there was only one thing that got Julie going more than some guy
thinking that he was physically superior to a woman just because he was a man,
and that was a guy who felt that way and clearly didn't even do anything to
try to make himself better.

Julie whispered something to the ref and then addressed her opponent. "Mister,
you are out of your league. When I saw the "tap out" shirt, I thought you
might have some experience, but seeing your pathetic excuse for a physique, I
can tell you right now, you might want to think about not doing this. You
might get hurt."

"Fuck you, bitch. Let's fight."

"Okay. In a minute. But first, let me show you, and everyone else for that
matter, what a trained body looks like." She turned to the ref and he nodded
his head once again. Going back to her corner, she turned and faced her
opponent, and then dropped her shorts and pulled her long sleeved shirt over
her head. The audience went nuts. Here was the hottest woman any of them had
ever seen with the most perfectly trained body imaginable, every muscle, every
limb honed to perfection, every curve beautifully female. Underneath the baggy
shorts, she was wearing the smallest, tightest shorts that she could find in
the locker room and baby doll top that she had worn that night under her
dress. She had it from before she had started working out and it was way too
small, riding up on her powerful torso. She liked wearing it because its
smugness reminded her of how far she had come in four years.

Every guy there, no matter how hot their girlfriends were, wanted to fuck her
immediately, Rick included. Every girl, not matter how sexy, knew they
couldn't hold a candle next to her. Julie should have been wearing one of
those shirts that said "Don't you wish your girlfriend was as hot as me" but
that's not the way she was. She was quietly thankful for her gifts and rarely
rubbed it in anyone's face, especially other women.

Still, seeing this lethal body across the ring from him, this guy was too
stupid to realize how superior she was. So he threw out a few more profanities
as she quietly stood there, her powerful arms hanging at her sides. But as
quiet as she was, she could feel the adrenaline starting to flow as well as
the estrogen. Yes, she was getting really turned on at the prospect of what
was about to happen.

Julie was not above taunting, but not like Monica, not with words. They met in
the center of the ring and the fight started. She let the guy swing away, as
she had done so many times before. But she didn't even bother to put her hands
up to defend her head, letting them continue to hang at her sides. Blow after
blow landed with the usual result, no result, and as per usual, any shots
towards her head or pretty face she easily ducked.

And then in an instant, like the soft set before the devastating spike, she
struck. As he clumsily leaned in after a missed swing at her head, one of her
powerful legs came up, so fast it was a blur. Her knee struck him in the chest
with such force that it not only straightened him up, but actually lifted him
off the mat. Just as quickly, she leaped at him, wrapping her arms around him,
the momentum of her body lifting him even higher, and then slamming him onto
the mat with such force that the whole place seemed to shake. She bounced to
her feet and walked around him, waving to the cheering crowd as he laid there,
his body spasming like he had been hit by lightning, which he sort of had.

Turning back to her hapless victim, she reached down and grabbed him under one
of his armpits, yanking him up with so much power that he was again airborne.
And once again, she wrapped her arms around his chest, leaping higher than
most people could empty handed, as if his weight meant little or nothing. She
twisted and slammed him down again, with even more stunning force, so hard
that he bounced. She held on, and using that momentum, managed to get back to
her feet, still holding him around his chest.

Loosening her grip some, she slid down and locked her arms around his flabby
waist. Then she arched her back and fell back into a wrestler's bridge, but
instead of the top of her head, it was his face that slammed onto the mat. She
poured on the pressure, squeezing with all her might, her back arched as far
as it could go, the only things touching the mat being his face and her toes.
Soon, his legs stopped flailing and he was out cold. She threw him off to the
side and then kipped up to her feet. Every move was a graceful as a ballet
dancer every slam as explosive as a stick of dynamite.

The crowd was going nuts as she walked around the perimeter cage, both arms up
in the air, hands waving. Only one strike with her knee had set off a barrage
of moves that he had no defenses against and he now laid there in the center
of the ring. No one felt sorry for him. He deserved what he got, for his big
mouth and for being such a pig that he couldn't fathom what he was up against,
just because she was a woman.

Not only did the crowd have no pity on him, but they were screaming for more.
Their cheering was getting Julie even more worked up. She had never fought in
front of an audience before and she was already quite aroused by what she had
done to that poor jerk lying on the mat. She could feel her already erect
nipples stiffening even more, becoming very visible even from the back of the
room, pushing as they were against the somewhat sweat soaked babydoll t-shirt
she was wearing.

Was the audience out for blood or did they just want to see more of this
awesome athlete in action. Did it matter? Either way, every guy in the house
was fully erect and there were a lot of damp female crotches as well. After
all, they were all there to see fighting and they had just seen a
demonstration far beyond what they thought was possible, by a woman of awesome
physical stature and unique sexuality.

Julie looked over at Rick, who was also clearly sporting wood. He smiled and
gestured towards the prone body. "You asked me not to stop the fight. I
haven't stopped it yet, so I guess it's not over."

Julie sauntered over to Stan. "What to do, what to do?" she thought to
herself. He was stirring now and had managed to get himself to his hands and
knees. She stood next to him, facing the same direction, bent down and put her
hands around his waist from above. A great heave and he was up on one of her
shoulders, upside down. She kept falling backwards, again going into a
wrestler's bridge, but this time with his shoulders pinned to the mat, his
feet kicking up into the air. "Ref, his shoulders are pinned. A count please."

He knelt down and slapped the mat, one, two ... .At the last second, Julie
threw Stan away like he was a ragdoll. She got to her feet. "Oh, he's so
strong, I couldn't hold on," she mocked. He was back on his knees, but
upright, shaking the cobwebs out when all of a sudden Julie dove towards him,
going to the side of him with her body, but her powerful extended right arm
slamming him across the upper chest like a flying clothesline. Stan fell back
flat on his back, with a whole new set of cobwebs.

Time to show the audience some of her newly acquired gymnastics skills. Once
again she looked over at Stan, lying there, completely helpless, not that she
cared and certainly not that the crowd cared either. Taking two quick steps
towards his prone body, leaped high did a mid-air cartwheel coming down hard
in a split across his squishy mid-section, her legs front to back instead of
side to side. As she once again bounced to her feet, his body lurched and then
he was unmoving once again. Julie leaped high, from a standstill, as high as
anyone could imagine, back flipped and came down on him once again, pulling
her arms and legs back landing with her hard body on his soft one.

She knew at this point that going on was pointless, but she was so turned on
that she was having a hard time holding back. The crowd was going absolutely
nuts, so to give them just a little more entertainment and satisfy herself as
well, she sat down high on his chest in a classic schoolgirl pin. Locking his
arms under the folds of her knees, she then slid forward until her pussy was
directly above his face, and then she laid down forward of his head.

Suddenly, she flipped to the side so that she was now on her back and he was
on his fat stomach, his face still where she wanted it. Sitting up, she
reached forward and grabbed his ankles, and then pulled is legs towards her as
she fell back so that she was folding him almost in half, the wrong way.
Suddenly he was awake and screaming into her sweet womanhood. Julie was
writhing with arousal at this point, although the only person who could really
tell what was going on was Rick, the ref.

In one last demonstration of her overwhelming strength and superiority, Julie
rolled back farther and up onto her shoulders, holding Stan's entire body
above her as she had a total sexual meltdown, only coming down from her
clitoral convulsions when Rick whispered in her ear to put her poor, badly
injured opponent down. She dropped him to the mat and looked up at Rick
through glazed eyes. "You need to put your clothes back on and go back to the
locker room. He's pretty badly hurt. We have to call an ambulance."

"I'm sorry."

"He deserved it. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. He signed the waiver and
there are plenty of witness who overheard him say that he was going to hurt
you. But the medics might want to talk to you. So put your shorts and shirt
back on and go wait. The guys will escort you back through the crowd. There's
probably too many people out there who might want to start pawing at your
body." They cleared the audience out, wanting to minimize any problems that
might arise, and closed the bar for the night, standard operating procedure
when someone got hurt, and this was the worst that someone had been hurt in a
long time.

A little while later, there was a knock at the locker room door. "Julie, the
medic wants to talk with you." She opened the door and followed Rick back to
the ring. The medic was a big guy, looked like he had done some power lifting
in his day. He looked at her with surprise.

"Little Miss, you did this damaged to this guy?" She didn't answer, looking at
him with a lot of apprehension, fearing that she might be in big trouble.
"Don't worry little lady, the guy signed a waiver and, after all, this is an
MMA venue, he should have known what he was getting himself into. But, now,
don't get me wrong, I know what women are capable of, and I've seen some
pretty amazing women fighters, but this guy was a lot bigger than you, and
he's pretty fucked up. How'd you do it?"

She didn't say anything, she just pulled her shirt off. She was still pumped
from her thrashing of Stan, the most impressive female upper body this guy
seen up close. "Wow. Well, I guess maybe you were capable. Just don't do it
too often."

"Only if they deserve it." She smiled and then she and Rick watched as the
medic got into the ambulance which took off for the hospital.

About a minute later, a quiet, high pitched female voice sounded out of the
dark. "Thank you so much." A petite woman stepped out of the shadows,
obviously having hidden when they cleared out the house. She had the remnants
of a black eye, hidden under heavy makeup. "He hit me, ... ..often."

"Stan?"

"Yes." She caught her breath, as if she was getting to cry. "Quite often."

"He'll never hit you again. I think I've convinced him that there are strong
capable women out there, qit capable of hitting back."

"Maybe so, but I don't think that there are too many women, or men, who can do
what you can ... ... I wanna start working out. I mean more than just
aerobics. A wanna get strong and I wanna learn how to defend myself. Will you
help me.?"

"I don't live around here. But give me your phone number and we'll talk soon.
I'll see if I can help you out somehow." They exchanged numbers and then the
young woman left. Julie turned around towards Rick's comforting face. "I've
never hurt anyone that bad before. He deserved it, and I was feeling bad about
it as I sat in the locker room, But now that I've seen how cowardly he was to
have beaten up that delicate little woman, I wish I had hurt him worse, maybe
break some arms and legs."

"I'll bet you could do it. You're the most awesome fighter I've ever seen, and
I've seen a lot. In addition, you're far and away the strongest woman, maybe
pound for pound, the strongest person I've ever seen. I am in awe of you, and
quite turned on I must say."

She looked around the empty room, and then turned back to Rick. "Two
questions, where are the owners, and second, are you an MMA fighter?"

"I'm the owner. Those guys sort of run the show because I like to referee. I
sent them home. And, no, I'm not a fighter. I've always stuck to wrestling.
Never lost."

"There's always a first time."

"Are you challenging me? I probably outweigh you by twenty pounds."

"How much do you weigh?"

"One-eighty."

"Well, that's only ten, twenty would have been better, you know, to give you
more of a chance."

"Pretty confident."

"Yup. I've never lost, and I've gone up against guys, even trained wrestlers,
who out-weighed me by thirty pound or more. Does that scare you?"

"No. I have tremendous respect for you, your strength and your abilities. Plus
I think you're the hottest woman I've ever seen. But I'll bet you get that
last comment all the time."

"But I never tire of hearing it."

"And I'm not scared to wrestle you."

"Well, you've seen my body, or most of it, let me see yours."

So Rick stripped down for her. She was not disappointed. They were almost
equals, almost. Rick had plenty of muscle. He looked great and it was obvious
that he hit the gym on a regular basis. But part of his job as a business
owner required him to sit behind a desk sometimes, leaving less time for
working out. Julie had no such constraints. As amazingly well conditioned as
he was, she was even more-so. So they wrestled, and she won, but whereas she
usually totally overpowered her opponents with such strength, speed and skill
that she was completely unstoppable, Rick gave her a great fight, and indeed,
though she won, she couldn't pin him or make him submit.

And though defeated, he was totally cool about it. So after hovering over him
on her knees her magnificent breasts rising with each deep breath, almost
panting from exertion as well as from arousal, she pulled her soaked top off,
then lowered her breasts down to his face, his dutiful tongue waiting. Soon
his oral attention to her nipples had her bucking around like crazy, battering
him almost as much as the wrestling had.

They took the rest of their clothes off and they fucked for hours until he was
exhausted. She still had some fuel in her tank as he fell asleep, but she lay
beside him, her head on his chest, his arm wrapped around her formidable
shoulders, hers resting on his abs, every once in a while fondling his still
erect member, an erection that would linger for hours as he dreamt about his
encounter with the most awesome woman on the planet. She had finally found
someone who was her equal and was a cool guy with the right attitude. Yes, she
had beaten him, but it was as close as it had ever been, and she was sure if
he got to work out as much as her, they would indeed be equal. Anyway, she
didn't mind having a slight edge. Julie was not lonely anymore.