MILF 
by Musclehead



Ann was not a woman to shy away from something when she wanted it. She didn't
come off as pushy or arrogant. No, she Ann had mastered the art of being
confident and assertive, without seeming cocky or arrogant. But she knew that
she was as smart as anyone out there, and physically, well, she was pretty
awesome. There clearly was no question in her mind, there was no doubt as to
her superiority.

At the moment, she was subtly checking out the guy that had come through the
door. She made her way towards him, and extended a friendly hand. "Hi, I'm
Ann. I'm the manager here, and one of the personal trainers. But you don't
look like you need any personal training." Al was pretty well built and
obviously had been working out for quite some time, with good results.

"Well, there's always room to learn more." He smiled, a somewhat shy but still
confident expression on his face.

"I haven't seen you here before, obviously. Otherwise I wouldn't have greeted
you the same way. Are you new to just this gym, or this town?"

"Town. Just moved here a couple days ago."

"You didn't waste any time finding a gym, did you?"

"No, being fit is really important to me."

"Look like you've done a great job."

There it was, Ann's ability to come off as just a trainer who could assess a
body quickly, but what she really meant was "I want to fuck your brains out."

They went over to the receptionist desk so Al could fill out the paperwork. As
he fumbled through his gym bag to find his wallet, Ann perused the
application, zeroing in on the one and only line that she was interested in:
Marital Status: Single.

She looked over at Al as he pulled a credit card from his wallet. "Oh, no need
to pay on the first visit," she glanced down at the application, "Al. Can I
call you by your first name?"

"Sure. But I've already decided to join. Your gym, and you, came highly
recommended. Ann, isn't that right?" He handed her the card.

"Yes, and please call me that. Debit or Credit?"

"Debit. I don't believe in spending other people's money."

"Hmmmm," she thought to herself. "Great body, shy, responsible, now if he has
a big package he'd be quite a catch." She ran the card, and as he punched in
the pin, she continued to case him out. "Handsome too," she thought to
herself.

"Can I look around?"

"Sure." It's really quiet here tonight. Give me a minute while you're looking
around, and then you at least allow me to give you a free training session
since you've insisted on paying for the membership right away. She went into
her office and removed her sweatpants. Ann had incredible legs. They were big,
but not bulky, with full muscle bellies that tapered to tiny joints, so
perfect they looked like they had been taken from an illustration on
kgart.com. Her shorts stretched tight over hard round glutes, only the bottom
half visible due to the sweatshirt, which stayed on.

Al looked startled as he turned his head towards the approaching trainer.
"Good God, look at those legs," he thought. "I wonder what's under the
sweatshirt." Even though her torso was covered, one could tell that she had a
great upper half too. Broad shoulders, nice taper. Pretty decent tits, though
average in size. She looked extravagantly healthy.

"Hey, the last two members that were here working out left while I was in the
office. I didn't get my workout in today. Can I train you and work out with
you at the same time?"

"That would be fine. Lead the way." And so they worked out, Ann noticing a few
little things to improve technique, etc. But it was obvious that Al pretty
much knew what he was doing and was very gracious in his appreciation of her
pointers.

So, he was polite too. In addition to having the hots for him, she was
actually starting to like this guy. He seemed so much more mature than so many
guys his age and men from the jock culture. For his part, Al was astonished at
how strong Ann was. Sure, he was a modern guy with no hang-ups about strong
women, and yeah, he surfed the net and knew what was going on, but he had
never see a woman benching a hundred and sixty pounds for reps.

A couple nights later, Ann approached Al with a kind of unique request. "I'm
going to be producing a series of workout videos. Have you ever heard of Q91Y,
Al?"

"Yeah, home workout, killer. I still do it."

"Then why are you coming to a gym?"

"I also just like lifting heavy, you know, just the basics, like we did the
other night."

"Well, anyway, the people in the videos are going to be people I've trained
and it's going to be tougher than Q91Y, much tougher. So, do you want to be in
some of them? I'll be paying union scale."

"Sure. I'd love to."

"Tomorrow night, first taping. Wear something that shows off that fine body of
yours." She smiled at him and then was gone before he could figure out if that
was a flirt or not.

So, there were five people gathered to record the first video, including Ann
and Al. The two other guys were built pretty much like Al, and the girl was
very buff. Ann was wearing the same outfit as the other night with those tight
shorts that showed off her fine ass. She was still wearing her sweatshirt. The
girl was about twenty-one, and had been a collegiate gymnast. She was pretty
muscular in bike shorts and a tank top, but after the grueling twenty minutes
of warming up, when Ann pulled her sweat soaked sweatshirt over her head, it
was obvious that she was way ahead of the younger woman, carrying at least
twenty or more pounds of muscle, at the same height of five-five. "No wonder
she could bench one-sixty," Al thought to himself as he started to feel a chub
rising in his shorts.

And Ann blew everyone's doors off. After the extended warmup, she blasted her
way through the hour and a half workout, taking moments here and there to
"check on the kids" as she liked to say. By the end of the almost two hours,
everyone was soaked and exhausted. She looked like she could do it again. At
one point, doing pullups, Al had to just hang there for a moment and stare as
Ann pumped out thirty perfect pullups, fast and explosive. She had even made
it more difficult by doing hers with a wide grip, her lats so wide, her
shoulders so round, her awesome butt muscles clenched, almost sucking the
stretchy fabric in between those world class glutes.

The workout had her really pumped and Al couldn't keep his eyes off her.
Whenever she caught him looking, she would give him a smile that reassured him
that she didn't mind one bit that he was checking out her fine jacked body. He
did a great job keeping up through this grueling workout. Ann thought of sex
as a full contact sport and anyone who she hooked up with would need to be in
great shape. Plus he had the other attribute of not being a spoiled child like
too many of the young studs of her recent past.

Afterwards, Al asked Ann if she wanted to go out for a cup of coffee. "I'll
have to take a raincheck. I've got another client tonight."

"Personal training?"

"Sort of." He looked at her quizzically. "I'll be working out with the
client."

"Like you and I did?"

"Sort of."

"Well, you're amazing. I couldn't do one more rep of any kind. I'm exhausted.
I'll probably be sore as shit tomorrow."

A couple days later, "I've got another client. But, this one shouldn't take
long. Why don't you come along?"

She told Al to leave his car in the gym parking lot and ride with her. Sure
enough, she had a jeep,

One of the originals that looked like it was made for the army. On the way
over, to the client's gym, she got right to the point. "Al, do you really want
to have coffee, or do you want to fuck me, because I know I want to fuck you."

The startled Al managed to spit out, "More than any woman I've ever met."

"So you like my body? You don't mind the muscles?"

"Oh, God. I love them."

"I know. You couldn't take your eyes off me. I'm surprised you could do the
workout with all the blood flowing to one place."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Yes. But I'm used to it. I can always tell." She pulled the jeep over in
front of a rather large townhouse and looked down at a piece of paper. "Well,
this is it."

"You do personal training at people's homes"

"Whatever they want."

The door was answered by an Hispanic woman who ushered them into a back room
on the first floor that was covered with mats. "Senor Barrett will be right
in." A few minutes later a man in his early late forties, wearing a robe enter
in there were friendly introductions. Al wondered what the fuck was going on,
and then he heard Ann say, "Okay, agreed, ten pins or submissions by either of
us and we're done, right?"

Al figured out quickly what was happening. As soon as the man removed his
robe, Al knew who the winner was going to be. Ann stepped out of her
sweatpants and pulled her top over her head. She was wearing almost the same
outfit, short tight shorts, except her top was now a size too small ribbed
wifebeater that rode up on her torso, emphasizing the power that that body
could unleash. She had also dispensed with the sports bra, which must have
been pretty tight because from Al's point of view, they looked a lot bigger
than before. And it was obvious that she was somewhat aroused by what was
about to take place. Al heard Barrett audibly gulp as Ann removed her trainers
and strutted to the middle of the mats.

He should have backed out after a single glance at her jacked body, but that
macho attitude clouded his judgement. $750.00, correct?"

"That was the agreement." He handed her the cash which she handed to Al.

The whole thing was over in two minutes. It started with a pin. As they
approached, she grabbed a wrist, spun him around, letting go and then wrapping
her arms around his waist from behind and continuing the spin, down to the
mat. Keeping her body to the side, she powered up into a wrestler's bridge and
counted to three as his shoulders stayed firmly on the mat. Without a second's
hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his, pushed off, throwing her body
over him, to his other side. His shoulders were still on the mat, but his
lower body was now twisted in the other direction. He screamed a submission
even as she counted to three once again.

Al didn't know whether she counted that as one or two, it happened so fast.
But now she had already let go and as his body untwisted and he was
momentarily on his back, she positioned herself between his legs, grabbed his
ankles, and lunged forward, his feet forced up by his ears. His arms were free
and he was trying to fight back, but it was seeming to have little effect on
this powerful woman. She pinned him and moved on, quickly and mercilessly.

She brought his legs together, and pushed them up so his feet were touching
the mat above his head, and then, so quick that he couldn't respond, she let
go, grabbed his wrists, wrapped them around his legs, and leaned in on the
whole package as she wrapped her arms around his head. He was crushed in as
tight as possible, once again pinned, but also crying out a submission.

She let go and stood above him, straddling his torso as his body unfurled and
flopped to the mat, taking a second to look in Al's direction and throw him a
kiss. Then she plopped down, sitting on his chest, her legs back, knees on
either side of his waist. Ann put her hands on his shoulders, clamped her
knees tight against him and then went up into a plank, lifting his soft lower
body off the mat as she once again had him pinned. Al couldn't believe her
next move. She bent her knees slightly, poor Mr. Barrett still locked in
place, and then she pushed off with those amazing, powerful legs, letting go
of him at the top of her jump, and as he dropped back to the mat, she crashed
down onto him.

"That was for daring to think you could compete with me just because I'm a
woman. You're a total weakling, and as you can see, I'm not." She stopped
talking, re-applied her knee-lock and took him back up off the mat but going
higher this time as she mover her hands from his shoulders to his wrists and
stretched him out until his was once again screaming his submission. She let
go and stood up, looking like the warrior goddess standing over her vanquished
foe.

Al was kind of shocked at how rough Ann was being on this guy. He had heard of
sessions before, but he thought they were mostly fake. This sure wasn't. It
was irrelevant at this point whether there had been ten pin/submissions. He
was clearly finished. But she wasn't. Ann dragged his almost limp body to his
feet, quickly got behind him and lifted him up to her shoulders in a classic
backbreaker. "Al, please grab my phone and take a picture, making sure you get
his face." After he was done taking the photo, Ann shrugged him off her broad
shoulders, quickly got dressed, grabbed Al by the hand and rushed out the door
as Barrett lay there in a heap, moaning loudly.

As she sped through the dark streets back to the gym, Al sat quietly, not
knowing what to make of what he just saw. Finally, she broke the silence.
"Normally I wouldn't be so rough, but, the maid, Maria, he hasn't been good to
her. He met me one time and seemed intrigued that I liked to wrestle. He had
no idea what he was getting himself into. I'm a well-trained athlete and he
doesn't do any kind of exercise whatsoever. You could see it, but I could feel
also. As soon as we locked up, I could feel, well, let me put it this way. No
one would ever use the word "strong" to describe him. And that's the first
thing they say when they see me."

She looked over at him and then continued. "In addition to mistreating Maria,
I don't take kindly to men thinking they're stronger and better fighters just
'cause they're men, and as soon as he saw me, he should have known he was in
over his head. It's insulting that he didn't. Even if I didn't know how to
wrestle, it should have been obvious that I was a lot stronger. If he had been
some competition, and if you weren't with me, I would have wrestled for
longer."

Pausing for a second, she then offered, "In spite of having the crap beaten
out of him, he was erect the whole time. If he hadn't been in such pain, he
probably would have ejaculated. Oh yeah, I can tell that Maria is stronger
than him, quite a bit. I've been teaching, coaching her in wrestling. After I
give her the confidence, there won't be anymore abuse on his part." She looked
over as she pulled into her parking space. "But I ended it quickly because all
I could think about was fucking your brains out."

And fuck his brains out she did. She was as aggressive when it came to sex as
she was wrestling. The only difference was that Al could keep up. And even
though she spent plenty of time riding his face, she was also a pro with her
mouth, at one point causing Al to come three times in less than five minutes
as she continued to suck almost non-stop, one hand on his chest almost holding
him down while the other played with his balls, swallowing ever drop because
there's no use wasting quality protein.

Towards the end of over two hours of non-stop fucking and sucking, Al was
starting to slow down. That's when Ann really asserted her dominance, pushing
his legs up by his head and fucking him in the amazon position with so much
vigor and power that on the back stroke, she was lifting him slightly off the
mat. Even when he insisted that he had nothing left, she brought him along for
three more crashing simultaneous orgasms with her tight, well trained pussy.

Al lifted himself half up onto one elbow and wiped the sleepiness out of his
eyes with his other hand. Looking across the large room, there was Ann, making
breakfast. After waking up a little more, "Hey, wait a minute," he thought,
"We had sex on the mats in the gym. Where am I ?"

Ann had a huge studio apartment above the gym. It was really nice. One long
wall with exposed brick. 3 very big skylights provide a warm glow. It was
obvious that Ann was as well read as she was super fit. Large Areca palms
frame a picture window at one end and there were lots of plants everywhere
else, including the awesome walk-in shower. Al had figured out that this was
her living space and also that she had probably carried him to this cozy place
after she fucked him to exhaustion.

The morning light, coming in low through the window, shaded the contours of
her musculature. Standing there with her back to him, but the bed where he was
lying off to the side, wearing just a white thong, all Al could think was,
God, she was perfect. At twenty-eighty, he had never been with an older woman
before, but he had heard great things. And she wasn't that much older,
mid-thirties at most. She was so confident, so mature, so sexually experience,
and her body was at its peak. Muscular, but not bulky, sleek without being
sinewy looking, Ann was physically about as good as it gets. Her tits were not
huge, like so many fitness bimbos, but medium sized. They looked real, but
were as perky and round as any implant. And deep pecs caused those puppies to
just pop right out.

And speaking of popping out, Ann turned just in time to see a tent forming in
the sheet that was half covering Al. Her movements were a symphony of muscular
beauty slowly sauntering towards the bed. She pulled the sheets down got on
her knees at the bottom of the bed and crawled up to Al's raging boner, giving
him an early morning tit fucking, confirming to Al that they were just as firm
as fake tits also. She took him into her mouth at the last second. "Can't
waste quality protein," she winked, before jumping up. "Come on, breakfast is
ready, more protein. I'll have my first client in less than an hour. But Al
was slow to move, leaning up against the backboard, ecstatic to be involved
with this amazing woman, no matter how fleeting it might be.

Al layed there basking in the afterglow of that marvelous experience, thinking
to himself that he was one lucky man. "She loves sex. She's way ahead of any
younger woen I've been with. She's Strong, and Energetic and her body is
awesome to have against mine. On top of everything else, she loves giving
pleasure as much as getting it. It couldn't get any better than this."

Ann turned around, about to break his reverie. "You're not moving very fast,
Al. Did I wear you out that much, or did you want a different kind of
breakfast treat?" She took two quick steps back towards the bed, and bounded
forward. Standing above him, straddling his lap, she pulled her thong aside
and shoved her pussy into his face. Leaning in, her hands high against the
wall, she really slammed his head pretty hard with her powerful pelvis as she
came for almost a minute.

Al was almost relieved that night when Ann had another "appointment". He
wasn't sure which had made him more sore over the last couple days, trying to
keep up with Ann in that two-hour workout videos, or the amazingly energetic
sex. He needed some rest. "How does she do it," he wondered. She even had that
wrestling match. (Ann would laugh at the idea that trouncing that weakling in
less than two minutes had cut into her energy reserves.)

"She doesn't want anyone around, but she said we could video it."

"She, you're going to wrestle another woman?"

"No, she's the mom. You know there are women out there besides myself who are
very good wrestlers. I know several who are way better than me. But, back to
her. She's one of the ladies that works out here, her son, who is a senior in
high school, is an all-state football player and track also, I think.
Evidently she's word that he's going the wrong way, as jocks go. He's very
conceited and thinks he should be treated special, that the rules don't apply.
But the worst of it is, he's become a bully."

"So, Mom wants you to straighten him out?"

"Yup. I'm looking forward to it. If he's an all-state football player, I'm
sure he-s pretty strong and athletic."

"He's probably bigger than you, maybe stronger."

"Well, that won't matter. If the guy is bigger and even stronger than me, I
just go ape-shit on them. Usually something sticks, and then, if they're
momentarily off, I can be so fast as to take advantage. Anyway, he's about
five-ten and one-seventy-five, only a little bigger."

"Really? How much do you weigh?"

"One-sixty."

"What you bench."

"Yeah."

"Well, get a good's night rest. Tomorrow is another taping, unless you need
more time to recover, I'll get someone else."

"No. I'll be ready." He knew she was good-naturedly pushing his buttons. But
she was right. As he left, he was thinking to himself that most football
players are benching at least two-hundred.

Ann was even more energetic than usual at the taping of the second video. This
was going to involve more bodyweight exercises. Towards the end, Al almost
lost his balance, even though he was leaning against the wall while doing
handstand pushups. Looking upside at Ann and Colleen, the gymnast, were doing
theirs right out in the middle of the room. And then to make things even more
amazing, after more than twenty, Ann started doing clapping ones. Incredible.

Back in the apartment, after a quick shower, Ann told Al to stay naked and get
on the bed. She came out wearing a thong that said Champ across the tiny
patch. She connected her phone to her laptop which was patched into the
mid-sized flat screen opposite the bed. "You just watch. I'll take care of
everything." The video started. This time, she had on a bathing suit. A tiny
black one. She had been invited for an evening swim. At least that was the
setup. Mark, the son, was there with a few guys and girls of about the same
age. Ann was an instant hit. That age group had no hang-ups about muscles on
females. They all knew that strong fit bodies made for better sex. In fact all
the girls, it was obvious, worked out. The girls saw the older woman as a role
model, something maybe they could achieve in another ten years, thinking that
Ann was about twenty-eight to thirty.

The guys, on the other hand, saw her as a hot MILF who would be real
experienced. Mark was everything his Mom had said he was, obnoxious, pushy and
bullying. Inevitably, thinking that he was all that, he hit on Ann. "Why would
I want to have sex with a boy."

"Look at me. I have a great body. I'm the star around here. If anyone is going
to get you, it would be me."

"What makes you think anyone here is?"

"Well, you come with next to nothing on, being all flirty. Come on. Admit it,
you want a young stud like me."

"You know? You're kind of a jerk and stupid at that."

"You better watch what you say, bitch."

"Hmmpf. I'll tell you what. Let's fight. I love to wrestle and it really makes
me horny. You beat me, I'm yours."

"You're on bitch."

The video stopped for a second. Ann looked over at Al who was already starting
to chub up. "Ha, I knew when you saw me wrestle that weakling that the you
were excited, aroused, watching me destroy him. You're already puffing up in
anticipation."

"He looks pretty strong."

"Just watch." She turned it back on and crawled up his lap. Showing once again
that she had his pleasure in mind, she started licking his bad boy as his eyes
fixed on the screen. Soon he was in her mouth as Mark seemed to have Ann
locked up due to his height advantage, his arms around hers. As Ann's started
pumping Al more vigorously, he watched in amazement as she suddenly twisted
her body and Mark was on his back with Ann on top. She quickly let go, got to
her feet straddling his waist, and as he started to sit up, she dove over him,
but brought her knee to his chin. Down he went and up she went back flipping
and coming down with a knee to mid-thigh on one of his leg. Another flip, this
time in place, and the knee hit the other thigh.

Al came so much it was spilling out the sides of her mouth. But she didn't
stop. Ann kept working Al's tool as Ann onscreen continued to beat the hell
out of Mark. She was too fast for him, too skilled, and it seemed to Al, with
what little ability he had to think with nonstop stimulation to his cock and
almost continuous ejaculations, that she was stronger. For fifteen minutes of
merciless fighting, Mark had absolutely no ability to resist anymore, even as
Al continued to break personal records as to how many times he could come in
fifteen minutes. He collapsed in exhaustion even as Mark could no longer even
stand on his own two the best, in fighting and when it came to anything
sexual.

Al was asleep. That was okay with her. Tomorrow night she would reverse the
tables, using him for her pleasure the whole evening. She knew he would also
come many times, just from being with such an awesome woman, and that was
okay. But tomorrow, or the next night, his tongue would be as worn out as his
dick was now.

A couple of days later, when they were having coffee, instead of fucking, Al
had questions about Ann's wrestling/fighting, whatever you call it. "You were
incredible. He had no chance. And even though he was bigger, and obviously a
very strong guy, you seemed stronger."

"Oh, I don't know. But I was definitely a better fighter."

"And you say that you know women who are even better?"

"Yeah, three or four. It's not such a big deal anymore. Think about it. Serena
hit a tennis ball way harder than the men did just a generation ago. At one
point, Mark Spitz was considered to be this awesome swimmer. Nowadays, a
female swimmer is not even considered all that competitive if she isn't
swimming faster than his best, in practice."

"Do you know about this woman named Tina?"

"Aha," she thought to herself. "He's been checking things out. It's only a
matter of time before he wants to wrestle me." She smiled to herself, knowing
what was inevitable at some point soon. "You know about Tina?"

"Yeah."

"Yes, me too. But I think you discovered her when you were doing a search
about me. Am I right?"

"Yeah."

"Did you find anything?"

"No."

"I try to stay as private as possible."

Later on that evening, it was her night, and she used Al's face for over an
hour before impaling herself on his massive member. But she was in charge the
whole way and the sex got pretty wild and rough. He was so beaten up
afterwards, and when things calmed down, he was starting to wonder how such an
extraordinary woman could remain so anonymous.

A few days later, Ann was out of the gym during the early evening, an unusual
occurrence. Al wondered whether she had another appointment. As she approached
him, and introduced herself. "So, you're Ann's new boy toy."

"I hope I'm more than that."

"Yeah, I think you are. Sorry, I was just kidding. She told me she really
likes you. Said you were real mature for your age, and quiet, responsible and
even humble, especially considering what a fine body you have." He blushed.
"See, you're blushing. How cute is that? Anyway, there are lots of guys that
she has used for fucking and stuff in the past, and they were indeed, mostly
boy toys, trust me."

"She's so mysterious. I don't know anything about her. She's not on Facebook,
or Linked In, or anything."

Peggy took a piece of paper and a pen out of her purse and wrote something
down, then handed it to Al. In very neat printing, it said,
bodyspace.bodybuilding.com.

"Hey babe, are you ready for video number three?"

"Yeah. You lied to me. You're a lot stronger than you've let on."

"Let's talk about this later. We don't have time right now. Everyone's here to
do the video." Al worked extra hard on that video to try to keep up with her.
He was certainly getting in even better shape than he already was, between the
videos, his workouts and the high powered sexual workouts, but as he turned it
up a notch, so did she. Jeeze, what a woman.

Later on, back in the apartment, "So, you're stronger than you said."

"Did you figure that you when I fucked the life out of you the other night?"

"Well, I was starting to get my suspicions."

"How did I lie?"

"You said something about one-sixty is what you bench. Try more like
two-sixty."

"Yeah, that's about right. So you found me on bodybuilding.com, didn't you?"

"Yeah. It took some time, because I kept looking in the section that said
"women 21-40". He stopped for a second and took a deep breath. "Are you really
fifty-six years old?"

"What do you think?"

"You look to be thirty or so."

"Well, it just goes to show you that working out, especially with weights, is
the fountain of youth."

"So you really are ... "

"Fifty-six. Yes. And I don't bench a whole lot anymore. I'm doing the power
lifts mostly now. And I can do a clean and jerk with that much, two-sixty."

"You're stronger than me?"

"Oh, yes. I am."

"And you know women who can beat you in wrestling?"

"Easily. And then there's Tina. There are four or five women that can beat me
without working up a sweat. Well, actually two. Angela from Australia is a
five-foot nine inch, hundred and seventy-five-pound perfect athlete. She can
do anything. There's Carol, who I can really give a good fight, but she still
wins all the time. Amy is Tina's older sister. She's about the same size as
Angela and just as awesome. They're both unstoppable beach volleyball players,
and when they fight they're pretty evenly matched. But to give you some idea
as to how fucking incredible they are, think about those other two guys in the
videos we're doing. Decent sized guys. Strong and buff. Either Amy or Angela
could take them both one at once and still pretty much dominate. And there's a
few others here and there."

"They all sound incredible. You're like, super-human, especially compared to
other people who are deteriorating when they're in their fifties. You seem to
be getting stronger. But what about Tina?"

Ann got a faraway look in her eyes. "Tina could dominate Amy and Angela at the
same time, almost as easily as they could with those guys from our tape. She
was in a league all her own."

"So you actually knew her?"

"Yes. She is only about five pounds heavier than me at the same height,
shorter than the others but oh so much more powerful. At one-seventy when she
was twenty-three years old, she could bench four-hundred and twenty-five
pounds. Both Amy and Angela could pick up a man of equal weight to their own,
hold them across their chest, jump a good three feet, usually off the sand,
twist and slam him on his back. I can jump a little when I do the same move.
Three feet is pretty unbelievable. By the way, most of the wrestling took
place at the beach, in the sand, otherwise there would be lots of broken
bodyparts."

Al sat there, mouth wide open. He was still coping with the fact that he was
having sex with a woman who was not only stronger than him, but old enough to
be his mother. And he was really having a hard time processing all this
information. He was about to hear things even more hard to contemplate.

"So anyway, these two woman have to be seen to be believed. But Tina, Tina
could hold guys up to well over two hundred pounds, and jump like a gymnast in
a tumbling routine, getting six or seven feet in the air, doing all kinds of
twists and turns before slamming her victim so hard it would appear that they
were accelerating somehow, the power of her torqueing torso increasing the G
forces. She could reposition a guy in mid-air and throw them to the ground
with such force that they usually didn't get up afterwards."

"For her Swan song match, she took on two guys at once, both wrestler's, both
very strong and muscular, and one was bigger than her. They both wound up in
the hospital, the bigger one pretty badly hurt. She wasn't vindictive or
anything, but he was a spouse abuser so he kinda' deserved it.

Al just sat there, his mouth opened in stunned silence. But Al junior sure was
responding. "Anyway," Ann continued, "she was a force of nature, very
aggressive and hyper competitive with the most perfect body ever for fighting,
and just about everything else, stronger, faster, more coordinated, more
flexible, and on top of it all, smarter, and her energy was through the roof.
She was very creative, coming up with incomprehensible moves on the spot. She
was always two moves ahead of her opponents, and when you're faster and
stronger on top of it, well, no one ever had a chance against her. The last
time she lost a fight was to her sister when she was sixteen and fifty pounds
less. The rematch was a slaughter, Tina's additional fifteen pounds of muscle
coupled with her skills were more than even Amy could handle. For about six
years after that, even when she was just fooling around, her competitive
nature demanded that at some point she show her opponent just how superior she
was, how far beyond anyone. She doesn't fight anymore. She didn't actually get
bored or anything"

"You seem to know a lot about her. Did you know her?"

"I still do. She was my teacher. But," she looked over at him. "You love all
this. You're so excited that you're shaking. "You want to wrestle me, don't
you?"

"I think so. I think it would be incredible. There is such a sexual aspect to
it, ... ... ."

"Especially when the woman is in charge."

"yes, ... ... well, yeah, I guess so. But I didn't think I'd lose."

"To any woman? You must have heard about the legend of Tina, right?"

"Uh, yeah, but ... ."

"You didn't think you'd lose to me. You will. I will beat you and then the
victor will take her sexual reward."

"Well, there is one thing."

"What?"

"I don't want to get kicked or kneed in the head or anything. I need my
brain."

"Ha ha. Tell you what. No hitting, I mean, I won't hit you. You can hit me, or
rather, you can try to hit me. Come on." She too him by the hand and led him
out to and across the workout area to a door that had never been open when he
was around. "Sometimes this room gets used for combat. The mats are six inches
thick."

"On the walls too?" Her looked up to see if the ceiling was padded, but saw
mirrors instead.

"Yeah, the walls too. Can't be too careful." She stepped back and sexily
removed her shorts, displaying a new thong with a logo that seemed to
anticipate what was going to happen: "Destroyer". She removed her skin tight
tank top, took off her sports bra and put the tank top back on. Running her
hands up and down her body, she motioned for him to strip down to his undies.
Her nipples stiffened in anticipation, his wood about to explode.

"Just one thing, Baby. When we fuck, we're lovers. So, don't take it
personally, but when I fight, I am a warrior and you are my enemy. I fight to
win."

Al found out quickly that Ann was skilled, fast and quite obviously, stronger.
She dominated from start to finish. There was no hitting, like she said, and
he didn't try to hit her. He didn't have time. She tied him into knots and
threw him around with ease. He even found out that it was good that the walls
were padded, because she whipped him into them more than once. And several
times, after being thrown into one wall or the other, as he sunk to his knees,
or his butt, she leaped at him, leading with her pelvis, smashing his head
against the wall, and then banging away until she got off, so hard that if it
had been a wall instead of padding, he might have been knocked out. And then
grabbing an arm and throwing him back into the middle of the room so she could
inflict more punishment.

He even found out that she could indeed jump three feet, twist and slam him on
his back just like Amy or Angela. But after all, she was so turned on
wrestling for fun rather than money or altering outlooks. This was sex
wrestling at its most intense and her strength seemed to be increasing the
more turned on she got. Many times he found his head in her crotch as she used
his face for one orgasm after another. She was showing that when the woman is
so overwhelming, the sexual aspect of it is even better. He came many times as
well even though she was providing no other stimulation other than her total
domination.

Tina may have been the most physically superior human being on the planet, but
when you considered Ann's age and the fact that she had only been working out
for fifteen years, well that put her onto a different level also, every bit as
super human in her own way. And Al was not much competition for her. Consider,
he was a strong guy, way stronger than average, but here was this phenomenal
woman, fifty-six years old totally controlling him, making him do her sexual
bidding.

In the end, he was exhausted, his shorts long gone, ripped to shreds. She was
sitting on his head, one of her legs capturing an arm, forcing it up over his
head. That same leg was tucked under the back of his neck. His other arm was
captured in the fold behind her other knee. His eyes were visible, sticking
out from under her crotch. She still had her thong on, but it was pulled to
the side. Her wifebeater was soaked in sweat by this point and clung to her
like second skin, every detail of her magnificent torso visble through the
sheeer ribbed cotton.

Ann wasn't trying to be mean or nasty. He had wanted to wrestle her. She was a
very competitive person and could turn on the aggressiveness at any time.
Besides, he probably wouldn't have wanted her to hold back. And she didn't.
She was just a better wrestler, skilled, coordinated, and stronger. She was
the personification of the phrase "age is just a number". And right now she
was claiming her prize.

Smiling down at him for a second, she then twisted her torso so she could
reach back. A single arm on that side she was turned to went under the back of
his knees and the she straightened back up, bringing his legs along, painfully
twisting his torso as she smiled down at him once again. To let him know that
just one arm was doing all the damage, she took her free hand to the back of
his head and pulled his face farther in, riding him like a wild woman until he
passed out from lack of oxygen.

When he came too, she was standing over him, straddling his head, looking down
at his scratched and bruised body. Gazing up at those awesome muscular legs
and tapered torso, he couldn't see her face because her deep pecs made those
tits stick straight out. He immediately started to ejaculate like a geyser, a
no hands salute to her awesomeness. "That's all you're getting tonight. If you
can come with any touching, due to how hot you find me, that's it. I kicked
your ass so easily that tonight you're only here to serve me. You do find me
hot, don't you?"

"I can't imagine anyone hotter."

"Good boy." Ann finally removed her pantie and threw them aside before
dropping down onto his face for some seriously powerful grinding, the pounding
up and down with each successive orgasm causing his whole body to convulse and
spasm.

Al didn't make it for the next video-taping. He was too sore. "I can't believe
how easily you beat me. You're so strong."

"Well, I'm not that much stronger than you, maybe thirty percent, but you
don't know how to fight at all. Let me make it up to you tonight." And she
did. She had pushed him over the edge with her awesomeness a few nights
before, showing him that a woman like her could take him to new sexual heights
even as she humiliated him with her superiority. Tonight she would show him
that a woman with forty years of sexual experience coupled with her
extraordinary fitness level could create physical sensations that he could
previously only dreamed of.

At some point it became clear that they were kind of an item at this point,
but they kept separate residences. Al had kind of figured out that between
owning the gym, personal training, and the occasional $750.00, which as he had
seen, she was quite capable of earning in less than two minutes, though not
very often. She did like her wrestling so she usually didn't finish her
opponents off that quickly, but she still always won. She and Al decided not
to wrestle anymore, but the sex might as well have been called that.

Al had just let himself in. Each of them having keys to the other's homes was
surely a sign that things had moved to another level. As he set his stuff
down, "Who are you?" They both spoke simultaneously. Al could tell immediately
that it was Ann's daughter. The facial resemblance was obvious. She knew that
he was just Mom's latest young man.

"She didn't tell me she had a daughter," he thought.

"She didn't tell me she had a new guy. Kinda cute, hope he's as well built as
he appears fully clothed. Oh, stupid me. He's gotta be pretty damn fit to keep
up with her." Knowing her mother better than he did, he thoughts rattled on.
Ann was an extraordinary person and mother. Kerrie would prove to be even more
so, and quite a handful of a daughter.

Kerrie was wearing loose fitting sweats, so Al couldn't tell what kind of a
body she had, not that he should have been checking. But he was a guy after
all, and considering what an amazing body Mom had, not just at her age, but at
any age, Al was naturally curious. Plus, he was a guy. Soon enough he would
have his chance.

Later that night, "Can I be on the top for once?"

"Sure, Babe. But I'll still be in charge, ya know." And she was. From the
below position, she could wrap her legs around his waist, almost knocking him
out with the constrictions of her tremendously powerful thighs as she came.
Several times she bridged her torso up , tightly wrapping her strong arms
around his head as she lifted his bodyweight in the throes of tremendous
orgasms, at one point uncoupling them as she flailed around so much from below
that she actually tossed him off of her. Yup, even from the underneath
position, she controlled the action, and as usual, it was still mind-boggling
sex, though actually more painful in some ways as she could apply her strength
just as well from below., especially those legs around his waist as his dick
felt like it was being sucked further as her well-developed pussy spasmed with
delight.

To say that Al's new life was unique would be an understatement. After all,
there weren't too many fifty-six-year-old females out there with a body like a
twenty-something highly trained athlete and the strength of two average men
her own age. Correction, no two average men could come close. That power, her
stamina, combined with the almost forty years of sexual experience that simply
made Ann the best fuck he could ever have imagined. So, his life was not like
many others. But he was still capable of being startled now and again. Tonight
would be one of those nights. "Hey babe, you wanna watch one of my friends
wrestle this asshole guy?"

Dianne was one of Ann's female members who she trained, and not just the
strength training. Dianne was a wrestler. She was a quintessential tomboy with
an awesome body, not too different from Ann's but bigger. She was five-nine
and a hundred and eighty-five pounds of muscle, something that was evident
even though she was somewhat covered up at the moment with faded, worn sweats
that appeared as if they belong to a size smaller sister. She was so
frenetically high energy that one might think she had done some cocaine or
something before she showed up at the gym that evening. She was very friendly,
seemingly totally relishing her over the top energy.

She said hi to Al, but didn't say her name, nor did Ann properly introduce
them. Dianne signed the waiver, something Ann explained to Al, was mandatory
for anyone doing any wrestling or fighting while at the gym. Off she went to
the locker room that exited to both the main part of the gym and the padded
room where Ann had previously taught Al a lesson in female superiority. When
as the guy showed up, Al knew notice right away that she had a lot more
muscle. But he was reasonably well built, and if he knew how to wrestle, this
could be competitive. Such would not be the case, as Al would quickly realize
once the wrestling began. But he didn't know the half of it.

He had seen Ann fight twice, once live, once on video. The first time, because
of the newness of it for Al, it surprised him that she was so rough on a
clearly inferior man. The second time, he was a little more used to the idea
of a woman who could so dominate someone like the previous guy, but this time,
fighting a strong young man, she was just as rough or even more so since he
needed to be put in his place. Whatever Al had seen with Ann's fighting, he
was not prepared for how badly Dianne would beat the shit out of her opponent.

Biff was wearing what looked like a speedo bathing suit and Dianne had
stripped down to a very tight pair of shorts that rode low, exposing most of
her well-developed core, the light colored stretchy material highlighting the
detail of her lower torso even through the fabric. As seemed to be the
standard among so many musclebabes, a tight, cutoff tanktop hugged her amazing
upper body like a second skin, her nice tits the sitting high atop deep pecs,
nipples betraying that she was already aroused at what she was about to do to
this poor guy. The straps of the top were very narrow, almost strings,
emphasizing shoulders that Al could see were much wider than Biff's, probably
wider than his own. Knowing that Ann could lift more than two hundred pounds
over her head, he concluded that the bigger woman could easily do that to the
hundred and ninety-pound Biff. The logo across her awesome chest said,
"indestructible". Al believed it.

Looking Biff up and down, Diane moved close enough that they touched, chest to
chest, belly to belly. She could feel his erection growing against her hard
abs. "You don't seem like such a nice guy, and it bugs me that you're going to
get a lot of pleasure out of locking up with my hot body, so when we step out
on the mats, nothing personal, but," she paused for emphasis, "my job is to
destroy you. This is war."

Biff snorted derisively. Not a good idea. "Bring it on, bitch." Definitely a
worse idea. And then he flexed his biceps. Dianne glanced over at Ann with a
mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Her arms are way bigger than his, Ann. Isn't she going to show him?"

"Obviously she doesn't have to. No, Dianne never does stuff like that. She
feel's if you can't see the muscles without flexing, they're not big enough.
And, him? To do that to her? What a jerkoff. You know, more than a few guys
have wanted to back out as soon as they see her physique. They willingly
forfeit half their fee just to walk away without the possibility of getting
hurt. I'm pretty sure Dianne is glad that this guy didn't. He clearly needs an
attitude adjustment."

Biff was no weakling but it was clear that she was way more jacked. After the
first couple minutes of letting him think that this match was going to be
competitive, she opened up a major can of whoop-ass on the poor guy. And it
wasn't just how brutal she was, but how much unbridled pleasure she was
getting out of it, slamming him down at will with awesome power, laughing and
giggling at his moans and cries as a hundred and eighty-five pounds of awesome
female strength bore down on him time after time with no letup except to
acknowledge the people behind the window. Al and Ann had taken their place in
the stands behind a giant opening in the matting.

As the action started, somehow Biff had Dianne from behind and slightly to her
left, his arms around her waist, capturing her arm on the other side. This was
to be his finest moment. Pushing her forwards, he started to bull her around.
When It looked like he was going to push her into the padded wall, she reached
back with her free arm, and wrapped it around his waist. The position was
awkward, leaving her no leverage, but it didn't seem to matter. Suddenly she
pulled forward with explosive strength. His hold was broken as he became
airborne, his legs rising up so he was parallel to the mat. Just as quickly,
she brought him down as she kneeled on one leg, bringing the other one forward
and smashing his lower back onto her muscular thigh.

He was in too much pain to try to respond as she lifted him back up to an
almost standing position, while her now free right arm reached out to gauge
how far they were from the wall. Rotating backwards in the direction of where
she held him, Dianne slammed him into the padding behind her, still with just
one arm, incredible. Letting go, she continued to turn in that direction and
as he bounced forward, she was flying towards him, leading with a thick thigh
to his middle. Again his back hit the matted wall hard and as he started
forward doubling over, she had already turned away from him, reached back and
put a hand behind his head without even looking, and slammed his face into the
back of her muscular shoulder.

As he crumbled to the mat, Dianne was now facing towards the audience of Ann,
Al and a couple other women from the gym. Moments ago, Biff had seemed to be
gaining an advantage when in the space of about ten seconds, Dianne had done
four moves that left him on the floor writhing in pain as she flirted with the
people behind the window, but it was mostly Al that she focused on. She
gestured with her thick arms out, palms up, shrugging her shoulders as if to
suggest how easy that had been, and then she put her arms up in the air as she
strutted towards them, waving them back and forth as she thrust her chest out,
proud of her handiwork. Stopping right in front of the window, Dianne began to
slow undulated that body as she kneaded her breasts, staring at Al the whole
time until her head lolled back , her gaze going to the ceiling as she
shuddered. Everyone was mesmerized by this awesome creature mere feet away on
the other side of the glass. Orgasm accomplished, her stare went back towards
Al. No one saw that Biff had regrouped and was coming up behind her. Dianne
had probably hoped he would attack from behind, but what happened was not in
the plan. Biff had clasped his hands together and raised them above his head.
When his doubled-up fists rained down on the back of her head, her face
slammed into the window and down she went, on her back and dazed.

Biff jumped on her, positioning himself across her chest trying to do a cross
body pin. Scissoring one of her thick arms with his legs, he grabbed her other
wrist with both of his hands. As he tried to hold her down, she was already
stirring. Her arm that was held by his two arms slowly pushing up a curling
around his open shoulder. Her other arm snaked between his legs and similarly
bent around his lower body. Then she started to pull in like a bear hug, but
oriented the other way on his body.

Biff let out a muffled cry as Dianne curled her legs up and back over him
towards her head. As unbelievable as it seemed, carrying his weight, she did a
kip up, but not to a standing position. She continued to rotate forward,
coming down to a half kneeling position, one lower leg flat on the mat, the
other bent at the knee and extended out if front of her as she crashed his
back onto her heavily muscled thigh. Quickly rocketing back up, the awesome
muscle woman blasted his body from below her to above her, literally throwing
him up over like her head like it was nothing, letting go at the top, the
momentum of his body's upward arc carrying him back, where he crashed to the
mat behind her. Dianne briefly looked back over her shoulder towards Al as she
sauntered towards Biff's crumpled body. Al was dumbfounded. The strength
required kip while carrying Biff's hundred and ninety pounds was incredible.
But to be able to go from on her back with him on top of her to the kip to
devastating back breaker was almost incomprehensible.

It was immediately apparent to everyone how bad this was going to be. Ann
already knew. Clearly Dianne was strong as shit, way beyond Biff, but she
obviously had some major fighting chops as well. She was indeed going to
destroy him. Giving him a few more seconds, she strutted around him, as he
tried to regroup. But the reality was, there would be no real respite for the
already wounded guy.

Biff never mounted any kind of offense at all and quite frankly very little
defense as she simply overpowered him every step of the way, throwing him
around like a ragdoll and then following up with elbows and knees in a
constant barrage of aggression. Whether it was grunting as she slammed his
face into a hard thigh, bringing the leg forward as she pushed his head,
furthering the impact. Once in a while, she would let him get a small
advantage, and then giggle like a little girl at his feeble attempts when he
thought he had her, blasting out of anything he tried. This was not a
wrestling match, this was a one sided lynching.

Time for some more. Once he was on his feet, she was right back at him,
grabbing a wrist and pulling Biff towards her and then slamming him across the
chest so hard with her sixteen-inch arm that she flipped him completely over
backwards.

He landed flat on his stomach. Immediately, she jumped on his back, leaping
pretty high beforehand, to increase the impact. She applied a seemingly simple
hold, a full nelson while grape-vining his legs, it not going un-noticed by Al
how much thicker Dianne's were than Biff's, and so much more muscular. She
powered down on her dual holds, painful enough, but then she started to arch
up, with no real leverage to help her, just unreal core strength. As if the
pain that Biff was enduring wasn't bad enough, Dianne wanted to take it
farther back, but even with amazing flexibility for her size, this would be
too much with their legs behind them. So, she suddenly moved them out to the
sides. Problem solved. As she continued to arch back, the added benefit of his
legs being spread farther than they ever had was causing him immense pain. She
continued her backward arch and he was almost on top of her now, but totally
helpless against her. She could feel his struggles fade.

Quickly, she uncoupled his legs as she released her full nelson. Her hands
went to the sides of his rib cage as she lay on her back, and she dragged him
up until she could put her arms around his chest. A crushing bear-hug was
coupled with a wrestler's bridge until the only thing touching the mat were
her feet and his shoulders. "One, two," she shouted, her voice giving away how
much fun she was having. Before she said three, Dianne tossed him away from
her and kipped to her feet. "I thought I had him, but he just powered out of
my hold," she mocked.

Leaving him no time to recuperate, as he was standing up but was not all the
way upright yet, she wrapped up his head and shoulders from above with her
powerful arms and then she fell back, at the last second flipping him over her
head and shoulders and slamming him onto his back, letting go at the last
second. Quickly getting to her feet, she jumped high and came crashing down on
his sore body, facing the same way, but lower down on him. Wrapping him up
from around his chest yet again, but this time with his arms captured and her
head at about his chest level, she flipped them over so that he was again on
top of her but facing her. This time when she went into her wrestler's bridge,
his face was mashed into the mat as she rocked back and forth to make it
worse, her girlish laughing so much in contrast to the viciousness of her
wrestling and her brutal power.

Ann glanced over at Al, who was transfixed on the action. This was way beyond
what he had seen Ann do on to those other guys. Ann could tell that it was
getting him going, and glancing down at his crotch confirmed her suspicions.
She looked back at the action. Dianne was sitting behind Biff, whom she had
also put into a sitting position. Wrapping her legs around his middle,
including his arms, right about at her knees then locking her ankles, she
rolled all the way back until she was in a shoulder stand with Biff suspended
above her. He was already pretty exhausted from her non-stop assault and was
too tired to stop his body from flopping down in both directions. She laughed
as she squeezed, shaking her legs, causing his limp form to start to flail
around due to pressure that was hard to conceive. After about ten seconds, he
passed out, from the pain, from the lack of oxygen.

The relentless attack went on for nearly half an hour, merciless, ferocious
and unstoppable, laughing and giggling, totally delighted with her complete
dominance. At one point, Biff was lying face down, his legs bent at the knee
and criss-crossed as she sat on them. His arms were pulled up behind his back
in a double chicken wing, secured with one strong hand as she used her other
to gleefully slam his face repeatedly into the thick padding as she rubbed her
crotch on his shins.

As she applied each painful hold, twisting his overmatched body into shapes
and positions it was not meant to go, she would very vocally broadcast her
delight as she powered down, often shaking him back and forth to make any hold
even more painful as he screamed submissions that were not forthcoming.

A lot of Dianne's debilitating holds involved Biff's back being arched farther
than it had ever gone before and there were so many things in her arsenal the
she could use to make any hold even worse than was than it already was for
Biff. Like when she had him on his stomach, her legs wrapped around one of
his, squeezing it and twisting it at the same time. Her left arm was to his
right under that armpit, then back across his chest and up over his face.

Most fighters would be satisfied to simply pull him up to hurt his back. Not
Dianne. She was an extremely punishing wrestler who believed that all fighters
should go all out, all the time, that the duty of a fighter was to destroy
one's adversary, to make sure they couldn't even get up off the mat when all
was said and done. So, to make it worse, Dianne started to apply pressure as
well, squeezing his head inwards and forcing his shoulder up and in against
his head which she was forcing back towards said shoulder.

This is not an easy thing to do. This hold is basically powered by the torso,
the arm merely holding the victim's body as the back is painfully arched too
far. And the arm is down and back with little or no leverage advantage. But
when you're a female muscle monster capable of benching more than twice your
bodyweight, it is within the realm of possibilities. Dianne was one of the few
who was so frighteningly powerful that she could do it, especially in her
worked up state. She was crushing in with so much force that he actually
squealed in pain. Uncharacteristically, she let up a little, because she
wanted him awake for the next part of her hold. Biff's troubles were far from
over.

Al and Ann were watching from behind the windows at one end of the room, along
with a few other women from the gym. Truly worried for the guy's well-being,
Al asked Ann if maybe they should stop the slaughter. "Hell no. He was eager
to show off his stuff to a woman, and then he mocked the idea that this was
going to be a war. Tough luck for him."

Back to the mangling. Time to make this hold even worse. Dianne pulled Biff's
upper body even farther, her muscular hip into the small of his back as she
reached down and over with her other arm. He still had one free leg and it had
been kicking and flailing around in response to the agony he was in. Not
anymore. Grabbing that ankle, she pulled and twisted his leg up as far as it
would go without dislocating, almost up to his head.

"How about a little showing off," she thought to herself. What she was about
to do required un-Godly strength, but it only added nominally to his pain
level. This move was for Al. Keeping hold of Biff ankle that she had just
brought up by his head, she put her hand on the ground for balance and
support, and then lifted herself up until her legs were straight and online
with her powerful core, though still with a twist in it. Biff's lower body was
off the mat, but still keeping his upper body twisted and pulled back. Since
his leg was somewhat out to the side, she was actually in a sideways plank. A
quick glance toward the window confirmed for her that she was blowing Al's
mind with her power.

Her crotch was against the back of his captured leg and all she had to do was
a few quick flexes of her well-developed pussy muscles and she was on her way.
As she overflowed, she powered down on her multiple holds while shaking his
captured body back and forth. He shrieked and passed out as she shouted with
glee, the sheer joy of so easily destroying him washing over her as the juices
flowed.

Quickly releasing him, as he flopped back to the mat, she turned around
scooched up onto his back, facing away from him. She snaked her feet up under
his arms and then around the back of his neck, in a reverse leg nelson.
Demonstrating her phenomenal strength, Dianne started to arch her back,
bringing her legs up and back above her and once again bending Biff the wrong
way. Placing her forearms on his calves, her hands on his feet, she continued
up and up until she was doing a sort of yoga position on those thick forearms.
Poor Biff was in agony.

Dianne glanced over towards the window to make sure that Al was taking this
all in. Satisfied that he was, it was time to move on to another round of
punishment for Biff. Suddenly, she brought her legs back down, slamming Biff
onto the mat. Biff started wheezing and coughing, looking like he was going to
throw up as she untangled her legs form his shaking upper body.

What happened next was stunning in both its mercilessness and it incredible
display of pure power. Dianne grabbed his shoulders, pulling him straight up
into a standing. In one smooth motion, showing absolutely astonishing
strength, she dropped one hand to her side, put the other under his chin and
lifted and threw him several feet against the wall. It was amazing that she
didn't break his neck. He slid down the wall and dropped to his knees as she
stood in front of him, rubbing her tits and pussy, as he stared at her through
glazed eyes, for about two seconds. Reaching out, she grabbed the back of his
head and slammed his face into her hard abs. Time froze momentarily as he
stayed on his knees out cold, before falling face down onto the mat.

As he lay there, unmoving, Dianne turned towards the window, giggling and
smiling like a little girl, her feet dancing, her awesome muscular body
undulating, so very hot. Her muscles looked fuller than at the start of this
one-sided fight, more pumped up from the exertion. In a demonstration to her
appreciative audience that her sexuality was as overwhelming as her total
dominance of this poor guy, she grabbed at the bottom of her tanktop and
ripped it up the middle until the hem of the collar was the only thing holding
it together in the front. The soft cotton fabric pulled out towards her
massive round shoulders, exposing most of her beautiful tits. She looked
absolutely awesome, an all-powerful warrior sex goddess.

Biff, on the other hand, had managed to get himself to his knees, and then
crawl for some reason towards the opposite wall, slowly standing himself up,
trying to get his bearings, so totally devastated. He was such a contrast to
the energetic and playful muscle queen bouncing around the room as if she had
expended no energy while beating the daylights out of him. He should have
stayed down, Al thought. He assumed that Biff wasn't stupid enough to think
that at this point, he could give her a match. So he concluded that Biff was
so out of it that he didn't even know where he was. And his reasonably decent
physique seemed to have lost its tone, his muscles limp and soft looking, the
polar opposite of Dianne's totally jacked body.

But the fact that he was now totally helplessly and completely vulnerable
didn't really matter very much to Dianne. He had wanted a match, and she
wasn't done yet. She noticed that he was on his feet, and leaning against the
wall, probably incapable of standing without it. She turned and moved towards
him, jumping at him when she was about four feet, pulling her arms and legs
back, leading with her thick torso, a big powerful muscle machine flying at
him full speed, slamming him back into the padding. The impact was phenomenal,
the co-mingling sounds of hard flesh hitting soft flesh and the sound of the
air whooshing out of his lungs was loud enough for the audience to hear, even
though they were on the other side of the room.

As she bounced away from him, she had already turned back towards her
audience. Dianne didn't even look back to see her handiwork. She knew the
damage she had done. Even the five inches of padding on the wall couldn't
lessen the impact that this amazingly powerful woman's body had done on this
hapless man. She curtsied to the audience and then looked back at Biff,
surprise registering on her face. Miraculously, he hadn't fallen. Biff was on
his feet, but unconscious. She sauntered back towards him, removing her shorts
as she went, now in her "wonder woman" thong, her awesome ass, the muscularity
evident even when she was wearing those white short shorts, fully exposed.

Al looked over at Ann. "Now should we stop her now before she really hurts
him?"

"If you think you can, go ahead and give it a try. That is, if you'd like to
take his place, 'cause she's not done yet."

Biff was just starting to fall forward. Catching him in her arms in a bearhug,
his feet leaving the floor, Dianne twisted her monstrously powerful torso,
slamming him to the mat, the torque she creating actually increasing the
G-forces. Without letting go of her hold around his chest, she got up to her
knees and whipped him again, right into the wall. The tour de force of body
slams continued as she twisted back in the direction she had come from, his
flailing body following, crashing to the mat, the impact even greater than the
first one. But she wasn't done yet. As she stood up, the bearhug still intact,
her back to the audience behind the window, Al marveled that Dianne's wide
powerful upper body completely obscured Biff's from view. That is, until she
started falling back, throwing him up and over her right shoulder, sending him
flying towards the window.

He had barely hit the mat when she grabbed an ankle and threw him back into
the middle of the room as if she was beating the dust out of a rug. Slinking
forward over his lifeless body, staring at Al through the glass, she rubbed
her pussy on Biff's face as she leaned in, causing the detail in her arms to
burst with power, veins throbbing, blood pulsing. Rolling to the right, she
was now on her back and Biff on his stomach between her open legs, his head
still in her crotch. She sat up, grabbed an ankle and laid back down, bending
Biff in half backwards.

In another move designed to show off her otherworldly strength, Dianne went up
into a bridge, pushed up with her free arm, and then, she lifted one leg
straight out, as if in a floor routine, except she was balancing and holding a
hundred and ninety pounds above her. Astounding. Pushing him away, she
gracefully rolled back and went up on that one arm into a handstand and then
over and to her feet.

Dianne was about to use his face for the last time, grabbing an ankle and
almost whipping him over towards the window so her audience could see better,
she plopped down on his head while looking over at them. Laughing and smiling,
she bounced up and down, wiggling side to side on his head from a sort of
kneeling position, watching his thoroughly beaten body twitch and convulse.
Her pelvic gyrations were so powerful that one of the side cords on her thong
broke, and the tiny bit of soaked material covering her pussy drifted towards
the un-broken side, her clean shaven pussy continuing to mash against his
gasping mouth. As the next intense orgasm built up in her loins, Dianne tore
her top completely off, her back arched, staring at the ceiling, her perfect
tits pointing likewise as she screamed out her victory cry as she beat her
chest like the ultimate Tarzana that she was.

As she settled down from her earth-shattering moment, her eyes honed in on Al.
The broad smile was still on her face as she slowly spread her legs out to the
sides in a full French split while still sitting on the unconscious Biff's
head. Al was too mesmerized by her awesome heaving tits, and her stare, to
notice her hand going to the back of Biff's head, forcing him into her damp
crotch even tighter. And then, never taking her eyes off Al, she did what to
him seemed impossible. She began to go from that split, sliding her feet and
legs inward, her body rising until she was standing. And she had brought
Biff's dead weight along with her, his head still firmly wedged at the top of
her powerful inner thighs, his face never losing contact with her pussy, his
limp body hanging down, legs still on the floor.

She could see through the window as Al's lower jaw dropped in wonder. Then she
suddenly jumped, opening her legs at the top, and as Biff's almost lifeless
body dropped back to a supine position, she went into a mid-air split as she
descended, her crotch again came crashing down from above. After rubbing
herself to one more satisfying orgasm, she jumped off him, roughly pulled him
up and across her shoulders. In a single smooth motion, she pushed him up to
arm's length over her head and then threw him half way across the room where
he crashed into the window as she scooped up her stuff and headed to the
locker room.

Al looked over at Ann. "Plexiglass." He was shocked that Ann didn't seem all
that concerned for Biff's well-being. Yeah, she herself liked to rearrange the
outlooks of men who needed it, but other than that, she had a heart of gold.
Al jumped up and ran into the padded room to check on the guy. He was lying
there on the floor, right below the window, not moving at all, but Al could
hear faint moaning, calming his fears that this wild fighting machine might
have actually killed him.

Seconds later, Ann appeared behind him. I've already called the ambulance.
They'll take him to the hospital, as a precaution. We always do that after one
of these fights. Don't worry. She knows what she's doing. There will be no
permanent injuries. No broken bones or anything. But he will be sore for weeks
like he never has been before. And he'll probably never wrestle again, not
because of any lingering injuries, but because just they all give it up after
tussling with my star student.

"Wait. I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"The way you talked about Tina, I thought maybe she was your teacher."

"She was. Good of you to figure that out." Ann paused for a few seconds. "Oh,
you think this is Tina?"

"She's an unbelievable wrestler."

"That she is, but she's not Tina. Tina has a whole different style. Plus,
Tina's smaller, about four inches shorter and maybe ten pounds less."

"But I thought you said Tina was the best. Who is this?

"Tina is the best. This woman's name is Dianne."

"But she was unstoppable. He couldn't do anything."

"No, he sure couldn't. You could have beaten this guy. Ha, he's lower on the
food chain than you." She looked over at him, his face revealing that that
comment stung. "Sorry dear, I was just kidding. And yes, Al, the student has
passed the teacher. I can't even give her a good fight anymore, she's just too
strong for me. I mean, by way of comparison, she benches a hundred and thirty
pounds more than me. And you know I'm stronger than you. Those shoulders of
hers, my God. I've seen her do lateral raises with fifty pound dumbbells.
That's about twice what I can do."

"So, you're saying Tina is even better than this woman? It seemed like Dianne
could have beaten two of Biff."

"She could have, maybe three. But she wouldn't do very well against Tina. No
one can. Dianne is brutally strong, and she can do a lot of things, plus she
is indestructible, like her top said. But Tina operates, or I said say,
operated on a whole different plane, figuratively and literally. She's
stronger even than Dianne, if you can believe that. She's maybe one of the
strongest people in the world, pound for pound. She's got incredible
gymnastics skills coupled with unbelievable coordination, flexibility, and the
ability to improvise and be several steps ahead of any opponent. Plus, she
appears to be flying sometimes.

"Using her gymnastics abilities, she can get so high up, but not only that.
She could jump, carrying someone anyone along with her, twisting, flipping,
re-arranging their positions at the top of her jump, almost floating, and then
slam whoever it is down with such force that they don't get back up. She could
do it to Dianne. I saw her take on two big strong guys, both wrestlers, one of
them my boy toy at that time. One of them, not my guy, was a real asshole who
insisted on fighting her one on one. Three high flying body slams in about
fifteen seconds and he was totally incapacitated. By the end of the fight,
both men wound up in the hospital.

The idea of having signed waivers was originally hers, after the first time
she put someone in the hospital. She wasn't mean or anything, she just got
carried away sometimes. That guy was an undefeated collegiate wrestler, and
bigger than her to boot. Her finishing move was hard to believe, up in the air
so high, rearranging his body, and then landing on one knee, slamming his back
onto her other thigh, cracking several vertebrae." Pausing for a second, Ann
took a quick shallow breath, suggesting that even talking about Tina was
enough to get her aroused. "Remember that amazing kipping thing that Dianne
did to Biff's back?"

"Who could ever forget seeing someone do the impossible?"

"Well, Tina wouldn't have done any of the preparatory rolls. She'd go straight
to the back breaker, and it would be so fast that even highly skilled
opponents wouldn't react, and so powerful would be devastated by it. The throw
up and behind her would probably be several inched high. Anyway, back to
Dianne. I told her that if she could make you come with her slaughtering of
this poor sucker, you're hers for the night."

He looked down at his crotch, the evidence clear. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"No. Go clean yourself up and then come back in here. She'll be back in a
minute. It'll be fun. I'll wait for the ambulance for poor Biff here. I don't
have a huge amount of remorse for this guy. He should have known what he was
getting himself into and he was an asshole. And like I said, he'll be okay. I
hope he has insurance. Another bill on top of the fifteen hundred dollars he
paid to have the crap knocked out of him would really add insult to injury. Ha
ha."

"Fifteen hundred? She charges that much? And men pay that much?"

"I've become very good in my old age at reading people. I could tell he was an
jerkoff when we were making the arrangements. So I charged a thousand for my
"best wrestler" and five hundred for the use of my facility, although I didn't
break it down that way for him. He balked and hung up. And then he called back
a few minutes later. As soon as I saw that he was wearing a speedo, my
suspicions were confirmed. Nobody wears a speedo to wrestle. I guess he
thought he was hot stuff. I'm sure when he saw Dianne, he knew that this
wasn't going to be a walk in the park, but ... ... ."

"Ann?" A loud voice came from the direction of the main part of the gym. "Are
you in the wrestling room?"

"Yeah, in here, Rick," she called out, cupping her hand like a megaphone
around her mouth. She looked over at Al. "The paramedic. He's been here
before. But he always checks in case there was an accident in another part of
the gym. Believe it or not, some people insist on climbing the wall, without a
tie-off. They sign a waiver for that as well. And then there's the Ninja
course. I haven't shown you that. Those are the two areas with the most
frequent injuries."

Just then, a pretty big guy, clearly someone who hit the weights on a regular
basis, came into the room. "Ha," he snorted, looking over at the still
somewhat motionless Biff. "Don't tell me."

"Do I have to tell you?"

"Dianne."

Ann glanced over at his Al to gauge his reaction. The paramedic came over and
shook Al's hand. "I'm Rick, the paramedic with this ambulance company. I've
been here often, between the wall and the Ninja course I have my hands full.
The only reason we put up with this she is because Ann contributes heavily to
the fire and rescue fund." He stopped talking for a second and looked over at
Biff, then back to Al. "Boy, that Dianne sure knows how to fuck a guy up." He
crouched down and checked Biff's pulse, and then around his body, testing
limbs, for broken body parts, all the while talking, glancing up at Al, then
smiling devilishly at Ann.

"I'll tell you, buddy, I've had to deal with plenty of wrestlers who find
themselves on the wrong end of the outcome of these matches that requires my
attention. Most of the time it's the men. And there are lots of repeats, you
know, the same guys coming back again, often to challenge the same woman,
thinking mistakenly that the outcome might be different. But I gotta tell you,
buddy, I have never seen a guy come back to wrestle Dianne a second time. In
fact, they never come back, period." He shook his head, as if he was still
amazed after all this time. Then, out of the blue, "You Ann's new boy toy?"

Ann reached over and smacked the back of his head. "This one's serious. He's
still a young man physically, and quite a specimen, but he's mature, not like
the others."

"Good thing, Al. So you don't have to fight Dianne."

"What!!"

"If Ann finds fault in one of her men, before she breaks it off, she makes
them fight Dianne. If they win, Ann keeps them."

"Have any of them won?"

"You're here, aren't you?"

Ann chimed in, "As Rick will probably re-assure us, there's nothing but lots
of bruises with Biff here, but they will check him for a concussion, standard
procedure. Dianne knows what she's doing, and she can inflict tremendous pain
without serious injury."

He continued her thought. "But when one of those former boy toys goes up
against Dianne, Ann instructs her to let loose. I'll leave it at that."

Al gulped. "Is that what you meant that I'm hers for the evening? Are you
setting me up to be beaten to within an inch of my life by that fighting
machine?"

Ann touched his cheek gently. "No Al, I meant what I said about you. No, she
wants to fuck you. As you know from your time with me, having sex with a
really strong woman is a whole different ball game. And remember that she's
way stronger than me. I'm sure you will never forget what you're going to
experience tonight. In your old age, you'll be telling your grandsons about it
and it will still be vivid in your mind."

Getting in one last poke at Al, Rick quipped, "We also check anyone who has
had sex with Dianne for broken bones and concussions also. Ha."

Al sat alone for about five more minutes wondering what in the hell Ann had in
mind. Was this woman capable of fucking him to death, or he about to be beaten
to within an inch of his life? Al was so lost in his own thoughts that he
didn't notice as Dianne slipped quietly into the room, and was straddling his
outstretched legs before he noticed her. She was wearing very small, baby blue
sweatshorts, very tight around her round muscular ass, her thick thighs
threatening to tear the leg openings. But in the front, the waistline almost
hung open a little, due to the leanness of her lower torso. Dianne was topless
and Al could barely see her face, those awesome tits blocking the view.

"My God," he thought. Here was physical perfection, supremely athletic and
incomprehensibly strong, a body made to perform at the very highest level in
any physical activity, any. Yes, by now, having spent most of the recent past
with Ann, he knew that even a strong man could find himself on the losing end
of a strength contest or wrestling match with a woman. He also knew that
Dianne was a step up to another level beyond Ann, and that while he might do
better against her than Biff did, he wouldn't do very much better. He was
thinking about what Rick had said about Dianne really cutting loose. Al was
scared.

She could sense the apprehension on Al's face. "Al, I'm not here to wrestle
with you. You wouldn't stand a chance and while you wouldn't have any
permanent injuries, you would be sore for weeks." As he gazed up at this
goddess, he was at full attention fast. Suddenly, Dianne dropped down onto his
lap, her muscular ass right on his boner. He could not hide his frightened
response as his eyes widened with fear.

"Ha. Have Ann and Rick been fucking with your mind? Did Rick say something
like if Ann is displeased with a guy I come in and beat him half to death?"

"Something like that."

"Look, Ann says that you're a good guy and a great lover. If I wanted to, I
could just take you and Ann couldn't stop me. But she offered you to me. And
I'm here to make love with you. Leaning in, Dianne started licking and kissing
his throat. Al could tell immediately that she was way stronger than Ann as
she bore into him. He came instantly.

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed."

"She also said that you really get turned on by women with a lot of strength.
I'll take it as a compliment."

"I can feel that you're much stronger than Ann, and she's stronger than me.
I'm pretty strong compared to your average guy."

"So was Biff." She lifted up off him, still straddling him on her knees. She
started to pull his shorts off, as far as she could, then reaching behind her
back and pulling them the rest of the way off, arching her back as she leaned
and reached up over her head, and pulled them over his ankles. As he gazed at
her stretched out abs, those breasts pointing at the ceiling, her huge arms
reaching up, it was almost the exact same vision as earlier, when she beat on
her chest while screaming her victory cry, Biff's face under her flaming
pussy, his twitching and convulsing body slayed out in front of her. Al's rock
hard, glistening cock immediately started spewing like a geyser.

Sitting back up, in one quick motion, his shirt was torn right off him. Then
Dianne scootched back and bent forward, licking his previous two protein
deposits off before she took him into her mouth for yet another helping. Al
was all but swooning as he continued to be overwhelmed by her strength,
sensing that whatever would transpire on this night, it would be done her way.

But right now, giving him immeasurable pleasure was what was being done. He
felt her hands got to his butt, and then she sat up and then went up on her
haunches, holding his bodyweight off the mat. Then, in a further demonstration
of her awesome power, she leaned back again and his full bodyweight was on
her, her torso cantilevered out over her lower legs, all with tremendous core
strength as she swallowed yet another generous load.

Now they were back in their original position, Al leaning against the wall,
trying to catch his breath after three ejaculations in less than two minute,
as Dianne stayed upright on her knees, rubbing her breasts, pinching her
nipples, then moving down to those amazing abs, staring at him the whole time.

When he could finally talk, "It's almost like you're super-human."

"Not almost."