Mixed Doubles  
by Musclehead



They had met at a bar. He was tall and handsome with a lean, runner's body. It
turns out he was a beach volleyball player, so he was physically well suited
to that as well. She had been a gymnast, but now, two years out of college,
she really didn't do much besides hitting the gym almost every day. They had
really great sex the very first night. She loved his big cock and his talented
tongue. He liked her curvy, athletic body and her ability to get into a
variety of positions due to flexibility gained from all those years doing
gymnastics.

He knew about the gymnastics, but she hadn't shared with him her love of
lifting weights. And although it should have been obvious with just one look
at her, it didn't register with Fred that Ally was almost fanatical about
fitness. He just knew that he liked all the curves and the amazing sex. In all
fairness he hadn't really seen her uncovered in the light of day. Yeah, she
wore tight jeans and a blouse that showed off her great body at the club, but
when they had sex, she insisted that they keep the lights off. She didn't want
to scare him off as had happened with some other guys when they saw her
muscles. And the sex was so amazing, Fred so turned on, that the only thing
that registered with him how good her body felt.

Fred had been teaching Ally the basics of two person volleyball, and even
then, she wore baggy sweats. Being such a great natural athlete, she had
caught onto the game quickly enough that Fred had decided to enter them into a
mixed doubles tournament at the beach. Ally knew that the time had come. She
wasn't going to be able to wear sweats at the beach, so she accepted the
inevitable and packed her hottest bikini for the weekend, along with a more
modest one-piece.

At the beach, early on, Fred revealed a part of himself that Ally didn't find
all that appealing. He was complaining because they were the last seed so they
were going to go against the top team right away. "We should have been seeded
higher. I'm one of the better guys here. But they're saying that the seeding
is based on the women in a mixed doubles tournament and since nobody knows
you, we're last seed."

"What difference does it make, Fred?"

"Well, a lot of the women can hit a little bit on the men's net, but the team
we're facing, the woman can actually hit an effective spike, almost as well as
her male partner, better than most of the other guys you'll see today."

"Well, then it sounds like they deserve to be the top seeded team. We should
still go out and play our best. Right?" Ally thought to herself the old adage
about winners having a certain drive and losers having excuses, or something
like that. Besides, she and Fred were just fuck buddies, nothing serious, so
she really wasn't too worried if he had some character flaws.

As they got ready to play, she could feel her competitive juices starting to
flow. She hadn't felt this way since she had been doing gymnastics. The
workouts were a personal thing with her, not a competition with anyone else.
And now, she could feel her adrenaline rising.

"There she is." In a sea of nice fit body's, she stood out. The woman was
about five-ten and maybe a hundred and sixty-five pounds, with a pretty good
amount of muscle.

"I can see why she'd be good."

"Yeah, she is pretty tall. But there are some other girls who are taller and
aren't as good. I don't know what it is."

Ally was surprised at Fred's comment. The woman, Erin was her name, certainly
looked stronger than all the other women, however fit they all might have
been. "Well, now's the time," she thought to herself. She pulled her
sweatpants down, revealing shapely muscular legs, not drawing too much
attention. After all, there were lots of strong legs all around. But when she
pulled her top over her head, suddenly there were lots of eyes looking in
Ally's direction. She was wearing the relatively modest one piece bathing
suit, but her shapely, well muscled body still attracted lots of attention. In
a word, Ally was athletic looking and hot.

While Erin certainly had more muscle than any other woman out there that
morning, Ally had quite a bit more than Erin, weighing about the same, but on
a denser, five eight frame. "Wow, Babe, you look great. This is the first time
I've seen you in the light of day. No wonder your body feels so great when
we're having sex." She was indeed looked great, hotter in a one piece than
just about every other woman out there, with the possible exception of Erin,
and all those women were wearing bikinis.

Erin certainly noticed and came up to introduce herself. They talked for a few
minutes, Erin assuming that any woman with a body like that would surely be
good competition on the court. But Ally assured her that she was a total
novice, having just learned the basics and that this was her first tournament,
although she did mention that she was a quick study.

As the tournament was getting ready to get under way, Ally went out to warm
up, as did Erin and her partner, Ben. After some passing, etc. each team took
turns taking some hits. Fred and Ally went first. Due to his six-four height,
Fred hit the ball very nicely, jumping maybe a foot and a half and slicing the
ball with decent power. Then Ally took her hits, staying behind the ball, also
jumping about a foot and a half and hitting the ball deep with some topspin,
the way most of the women would be hitting on the man's eight foot net.

Ben took his warmup swings, jumping noticeably higher than Fred had and at an
six-one, hitting the ball as well if not better. Then Erin took her hits,
jumping even a little higher than Ben, and snapping the ball down almost as
hard as Ben and Fred had, certainly better than ninety percent of the men in
the tournament.

Watching Erin's beautiful warm-up hits, a light bulb went off in Ally's head.
Fred had taught her how to hit using his technique, which either didn't
require a high jump, due to his height, or maybe he just couldn't jump all
that high. Ally knew from gymnastics that her powerful legs could get her way
up there, at least as high as Erin, probably higher. A shorter person needs to
hit from high off the ground to compensate for that lack of height. It was as
simple as that.

Just as they were getting ready to play, the tournament director asked them to
wait out while another match was played. "Luck of the draw with you guys being
the bottom seed. The numbers aren't working out right so as a courtesy, we're
giving the top seed, Erin and Ben, a first round bye. Since everything was
already set up, that means that you guys get the bye also."

So they watched. Ben and Fred got to talking, so naturally, Erin and Ally got
into a conversation, Erin explaining some of the differences in the mixed
game. "If this was just a pickup game, the guys would only serve the other
guys, never the girls, and the girls would try to serve the girls since
naturally, it would be assumed that they would be the weaker hitters. But this
is more cut-throat in a tourney, with prize money on the line. The guys are
going to serve the girls, and serve as hard as they can. If the girls start to
have troubles, either handling the serve, or putting the ball over the net
with such little zip that it's easy pickings, well then the guy will stick her
at the net on serve receipt and cover the whole court themselves."

"Isn't that pretty hard to do, cover the whole court on the serve."

"Yeah, especially if the server is doing a really hard jump serve. Only the
really good players do this with any success."

"Has Ben ever put you up at the net?" Erin just smiled. A friendly smile, but
one that told Ally that there was never a need to put a female of her caliper
at the net. They turned their attention the game being played. Both girls out
on the court looked fit and athletic, and one of them was even taller than
Erin, but her hits were the typical, stay behind the ball and hit it deep.
Often the girls were simply much more effective when they placed their shots,
or dinked the ball.

Match over, the team with the taller girl having won, now it was time for
Erin/Ben against Fred/Ally. As Erin had said, Fred's serve went straight at
her, pretty hard but not yet full strength. Erin handled it with ease, even
brushing her hair out of her face as she moved into position while Ben put up
a perfect set. Erin put the ball down with authority, her hit looking so much
different than any other woman in the whole tournament, coming over top of the
ball from a fine jump, rather than from behind the ball like all the other
women did. Ally's heart skipped a beat.

"Before the day is over, I'm going to hit like that," she thought to herself.
"I'll jump as high, no, higher and if I time it right, I should be able to do
it." As the game went on Ally got better fast, at all aspects of the game, a
tribute to her natural athletic abilities coupled with a very high level of
fitness and strength that had not yet revealed itself in all its glory.

Indeed, she was such a quick study that as she got her timing down she had
indeed, by the end of the second game had a couple of hits that were good
enough to establish her as certainly the second best hitter among the women,
but she still had a ways to go before she would match any of Erin's
spectacular hits which rivaled the best of the men's but seemed even more
impressive since she was shorter than those men and she had those great
vertical jumps. And Ally had gotten the hang of it just from having watched
Erin's hitting in warm-ups.

Still, there was no need for Fred to stick her up at the net. Her improvement
over the course of two games was dramatic and she was holding her own. But it
was not enough to overcome Ben and Erin, who were simply too strong for them.
Ben and Erin won in two straight, but the scores were pretty even, the
victories were not lopsided. Erin was the first to come over and congratulate
Ally on how quickly she had caught on. A few more games under her belt in the
losers bracket, games which Fred and Ally won pretty easily, and everyone was
abuzz that she had only been playing a short time, had gotten so good so
quickly.

Fred's earlier whining about their seeding was a distant memory. He was proud
the way Ally was playing, giving himself, deservedly so, some credit for
having taught her so well. It was the other things people were saying that he
couldn't quite accept. Ally was coming back from a dip in the ocean, the water
glimmering off her perfect powerful body when Fred caught up with her. "Hey
Babe, everyone's talking about how good you've become so quickly, but you know
what else they're saying? They're saying that you look like you're a lot
stronger than me."

"Well, of course I am, Fred. Isn't that obvious? My shoulders are broader and
rounder, my upper back is thicker. My arms and legs both have a lot more
muscle than yours. The only reason you have abs is because you're so lean. My
core strength from 3 years of doing "Ab Ripper X" and my training in
gymnastics gave me quite the foundation for strength."

"Ridiculous. I'm a guy. You're a girl. Plus, I hit the ball a lot harder than
you."

Ally was becoming irritated, but she didn't show it. "I guess you're right,
but you have been playing a lot longer than me. Maybe if I get more
confidence, I'll hit harder."

"I doubt it. Probably harder than you are now, but not harder than me. Come
on, one more game and we've won the loser's bracket finals. This team is
tougher than anyone except Erin and Ben." And off he went to the court. As
Ally got ready to play she wondered about Erin and Ben. She hadn't seen them
all day, since they stayed in the winner's bracket and she and Fred were way
down the beach where the loser's bracket teams played. She was also wondering
why Fred couldn't tell that even if she wasn't there yet, certainly Erin hit
as hard as he did, with a six inch height deficit but a much higher jump. Yes,
surely Erin was stronger than Fred as well.

When she got to the court, the other couple, Ginny and Pete, were talking
about how unbeatable Erin and Ben were, having crushed them 11-4 and 11-3.
Pete was going on and on about how Erin hit the ball so much better than he
did, obviously quite enamored of her athletic abilities. Ally was doing the
math in her head. She and Fred had only lost to Erin and Ben by two points and
three points and that was before she had improved over the course of the day.
She figured that she and Fred would smoke these guys.

It didn't turn out that way. Like Fred had said, they were good, really good.
Pete hit very well and Ginny was a good setter and defensive player. But Pete
had her at the net while he took the whole court on serves. Erin must be
playing at an unbelievable level at this point in the day if Pete thought she
was better than he was. "Maybe they were holding back on us earlier," Ally
thought to herself.

But Ally was really coming into her own as well. She was gaining more and more
confidence with each play, and she had it in the back of her mind what Fred
had said about him being stronger because he hit harder than her. She was
jumping really through the roof now, higher than Fred by a long shot, higher
than Erin earlier in the day, but she still wasn't letting loose. And then, on
game point, with Fred and Ally up 14-12 (remember, this is the loser's
bracket, single games to 15), Pete let loose with an awesome hit that even
though Fred dug it, the spike knocked him on his ass.

He yelled to Ally to take it over, figuring since it was hovering so close to
the net, that she would just safely punch it deep. Instead, adrenaline pumping
away, she jumped, boy did she jump, a good four feet out of the sand, her
cupped hand coming down on top of the ball with all her might, and she hit the
ball, crushed the ball, straight down where it hit the sand in front of her
opponents and bounced thirty feet in the air. She turned around, jumping up
and down for joy. "I think I just hit the ball as hard as you. No harder."

As she crossed under the net to shake hands with their opponents, Fred
followed behind her, noticing how her suit a kind of gotten swallowed up
between her muscular ass cheeks. He hadn't really seen the hit, being on his
back, but he heard all the hootin' and hollerin' from everyone watching. He
was telling himself that it was a lucky hit, that she'd not be able to do it
again in a million years. And staring at that perfect ass, all he could think
about at this moment was the awesome sex they were going to have that night.
Maybe he'd get a little back door action.

But Ally was already thinking about a re-match with Erin and Ben. "Not until
tomorrow morning. It's getting too late. We wouldn't get the match done before
dark." The tournament director told them to be there for the finals around
ten.

Just after he finished talking to them Erin and Ben wandered up, having gone
for a swim after crushing Pete and Ginny, and hadn't thought it necessary to
scope out how Ally and Fred were playing at that point in time, knowing that
they themselves were all but untouchable. But as they came down the beach and
were still a couple of hundred yards away, they saw Ally's last hit. Even from
that distance, it looked pretty impressive.

"Wow, girlfriend that looked like a pretty nice hit."

"Thanks, it's 'cause of you."

"What do you mean? I'm the one who taught you how to play."

"And you did a good job, Fred." Erin turned back to Ally. "Yeah, what do you
mean?"

"Well, Fred taught me how to hit, but with the technique of someone who is
tall enough that they don't need to jump all that high. When I saw you jumping
high, higher than Ben, a lot higher than Fred, I knew that that was what I
would have to do if I was going to become a good hitter. I already knew that I
could jump really high, from gymnastics, my legs are really strong. So once I
got my timing and a little confidence, I started to do a little better."

"I'd say a lot better. I can't wait to see one of your hits close up. We were
pretty far away when you had that hit. I'm sorry we didn't come to watch.
Anyway, wanna go for a swim?"

"Sure." She turned to Fred. "You coming, dear?"

"In a bit. I'm gonna have a beer."

Ben went to have a beer also as the girls headed to the water. "There seems to
be some tension between you and Fred."

"Oh, he just couldn't accept it when people were saying that I looked stronger
than him."

"Well, you do. And I assume that you are."

"Oh yeah. A lot. I knew it the first time we fucked. But he was saying he hit
harder than me, so I guess he thought that that was proof that he's stronger.
Imagine. He's been playing ten years and I've been playing about two weeks."

"Two weeks? You're kidding? Babe, you're a natural. I've been playing for ten
or more years myself, and it took a lot of those years and a lot of weight
lifting to become the best. I think you'll probably pass me if you keep at
it."

"Thanks. That's really nice. Anyway, back to Fred. He seems to like my body,
muscles and all. A lot of guys get intimidated."

"Yeah. I know what you mean. A lot of guys shy away from me because I can hit
the ball so well."

"Well Pete seems to like you well enough. He was going on and on about how
awesome you are. Anyway, Fred likes my curves, and the sex is great, though I
let him take the lead. But he can't seem to comprehend that I'm stronger than
him. How about Ben? Does he think your muscles are hot?"

"Oh, Ben. He's my brother. But he thinks you're hot, and that was this morning
when you were lacking confidence."

"Well, after that last hit, I think I'm starting to get some."

"The rest of us better watch out. Hey, we're going to rest up for tomorrow's
match. Two thousand dollars first prize is nothing to mess around about. But
maybe tomorrow night we can do something together. By the way, I think you're
hot too."

"Are you gay?"

"No. I just think you're awesome."

"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm not gay either, but your hits
were turning me on. It's so much more exciting to see a shorter person
blasting out of the sand with so much obvious power than it is to see some
tall lanky person, who barely has to jump, hitting the ball."

"I have a feeling that you're going to get me going tomorrow as well."

"I hope so."

Back at the Hotel "You were pretty amazing out there. You got really good
really fast."

"Thanks. I guess I'm lucky to have some natural abilities. And it helps to be
really strong."

"Yeah, you and Erin are really strong for girls."

"And it doesn't bother you that I'm stronger than you?'

"Can't you just be satisfied that you're strong for girls."

"That last hit of mine was harder than any of your hits. And I jump way higher
than you. Erin does too. That's 'cause we both have really strong legs."

"Well, I was on my back. I didn't see your hit, but I doubt it was harder than
any of mine."

Ally was annoyed at Fred's pig-headedness. So he'd have to be convinced in
another way.

"Anyway, I'm kinda turned on that I played so well, and that we're gonna be in
the finals. I'm gonna take a shower and then I'm gonna fuck your brains out,
Freddy. Is that big boy ready for me?" Ally went and took a quick shower and
then she put on a tiny thong and a cutoff wife-beater while she was still wet.
Then she headed out to where Fred was waiting sitting at the foot of the bed,
already naked.

One look at her and his 10" cock sprang to attention. "See what I mean about
my abs?" The detail of her torso was amazing, from those round bumps of abs to
the perfect devils horns insertion of the legs to the torso that only the
fittest of people have. Like she had told Erin when they were swimming, she
usually let Fred take the lead, but tonight was different. As she came
seductively towards him, she suddenly leaped forward, knocking him onto his
back on the bed.

"Wow. Aggressive. I like that."

"Not just aggressive, baby. I'm going to use our sexual encounter tonight to
show you in no uncertain terms that I'm stronger than you. A whole lot
stronger." She grabbed his wrists and slammed them down to the sides of his
head and then lowered her breasts down onto his face. She started to dip her
shoulders, alternating left then right, etc. causing her breasts to brush
against his face. They were so firm that as her movements got faster and
faster and as she lowered herself more, they really started to pummel him even
as the sensations to her nipples were getting her off.

They seemed to be getting Fred off as well, his dick was throbbing like it was
going to explode as she sat up on his stomach, releasing his arms, and playing
with her breasts and yanking at her super-tight tank-top as she stared down at
him, his cock brushing against her equally hard ass. "You caught me by
surprise." Incredulous, she got off him, grabbed one of his wrists and pulled
him to his feet. Changing positions, she pulled her top over her head as she
lay down on her back on the bed.

"Okay, you start out on top." Fred crawled up on his hands and knees, pulling
her thong to the side as she spread her legs. This had always been their usual
position when he licked her sweet pussy, which he dutifully did every time
they had sex. She always returned the favor, but not tonight. This was going
to be totally her night, and he was going to have no choice in the matter.

He ate her out to a very sweet orgasm then came up for air. "Would you like
some more?"

"Yes. But while you're doing it, I'm going to flip us over so I'm on top. I
don't want you to have the excuse that I took you by surprise so I'm telling
you now. Try to stop me." He dove back in with his tongue and as Ally started
to climax, she tightened her thighs around his head. He immediately started to
struggle, pulling at her powerful legs with his arms when suddenly she
exploded to the side, rolling them over until she was now sitting on his face.
"Ha. I knew you wouldn't be able to stop me. Now get busy."

He was still pawing at her muscular thighs and she let him, knowing he
couldn't, on his best day and her worst, budge her magnificent legs. Ally
grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in further and bouncing up and down.
She started to fondle her breasts, cupping their fullness, pinching her
nipples and arching her back, eventually leaning back so far that the back of
her head touched his legs.

Desperate for escape, Fred thought he had a chance and wrapped his legs around
her head. Quickly, Ally grabbed his ankles, so now his legs were locked in
place, not what he had in mind. Then, she exploded back to a sitting position
with her powerful core bringing Fred's legs along with her, folding him in
half. Could she make things worse? Of course. She peeled his legs loose from
around her head and neck and pushed them out to the sides, almost to a split,
her strong arms proving to be much too powerful for his spindly legs.

His screams into her pussy sent her to yet another high. Ally was not a mean
person, but something about Fred's various comments during the day had set her
off. That, combined with her competitive spirit having been re-kindled was
leading her somewhere tonight that she hadn't been before. Coming down from
the latest buzz, she released his legs and inched back on his chest, and
looking down at his tear-stained red face, she had a pang of sympathy for him.
After all, he liked her muscles and he was proud of how good she had gotten in
volleyball so quickly. But he hadn't been able to accept something that was so
obvious, so he deserved this, and anyway, she had decided that she wanted
more, but maybe she'd give him pleasure also.

Quickly flipping around so that she was facing his feet, she slammed back down
on his face, then leaned forward, taking his big dick into her mouth while
wrapping her arms around his lower torso, then lifting him upside down to
further demonstrate her physical superiority. She further flaunted how
amazingly strong she was by letting go with one hand so she could shove his
face further into her crotch, consequently holding his entire bodyweight with
one arm.

They came simultaneously, Ally swallowing every drop. Can't waste high quality
protein. Throwing Fred out and away from her, his face was now starting to
look somewhat bruised, his body betraying the signs of total exhaustion. She
stared at him, on her knees but upright, her breathing deep, her energy
increased rather than flagging like his. She was almost panting she was so
turned on at her own awesomeness. Leaping forward, tearing her thong off as
she went, she impaled herself on him, grapevining his legs. Tying up his arms,
she went to stick her tits in his face once again, but his body was too long,
so she pulled on him until he was painfully scrunched in and slammed her
wonderful breasts down onto his face. Ally set about pumping up and down on
him with her powerful lower torso like a human jackhammer, quickly achieving a
tremendous orgasm, her legs straightening and clenching as she climaxed,
painfully bending his.

But she didn't stop. She just kept pounding away, and with each successive
orgasm, each more powerful than the last, she did further damage to his legs.
She had already shown earlier that her arms were stronger than his legs, and
now the glaring difference in their leg strength was truly frightening. As
previously stated, he was already worn out when the intercourse had started,
and her energy levels and indeed her strength seemed to continuously increase
with each new sexual meltdown.

She fucked him for close to an hour non-stop, completely out of her mind with
lust, a lust fueled by her own awareness of how easily she was overwhelming
him. Finally she stopped, satisfied that she had had enough, sure that she had
convinced him how much more powerful she was than he could ever hope to be.
Opening her eyes, she looked down at poor Fred. He was unconscious. She
realized that she had no idea how long he had been out since his dick was
still hard inside of her.

Sunday Morning Finals "Girlfriend, it's not fair. You're going to totally
distract my brother in that suit." Ally was wearing a leopard skin bikini. The
bottom was not a thong, but it was two small triangle that allowed a lot of
her lower abs and muscular glutes to show. And the equally inadequate
triangles covering her large round breasts showed a lot of skin to on all
sides, and gave evidence that, as big as they were, they stuck straight out,
no hint of sag. "And that torso. Ally, you've got that strongest trunk I've
ever seen, man or woman."

"Thanks, Erin. Coming from you, the greatest female body I can recall, that
means a lot."

Erin glanced over at Fred. "What happened to him?"

"Let's just say he had a rough night. I'll tell you more later."

"From what I had heard about how good you were playing at the end of the day
yesterday, I was pretty sure you were going to give us a run for our money
today. But, no offense, if Fred isn't one hundred percent, I'm afraid we're
going to crush you. And sorry, but we're not going to let up because of his
condition. After all there's a lot of money on the line." Erin took Ally's
hands and kissed her on the cheek. "Good luck. Time for warm-ups." As Erin
crossed to the other side of the net where Ben was passing the ball to
himself, she playfully slapped Fred on the butt as she went by. "Good luck,
Fred." He nearly collapsed from the pain.

Erin and Ben took their practice hits first, putting on quite a show for the
gathering crowd, each equally awesome, but Erin more-so, being smaller but
jumping noticeably higher. Her last warm-up hit, had so much down on it that
it hit the ground only a foot from the net, the ball hitting the sand and
bouncing high while her strong body still hovered in the air.

Ally clearly had found her stride, but was holding back just a bit while still
wowing the crowd, most of whom knew by this point the short amount of time she
had been playing the game. When it came time for Fred to take some hits, on
his first attempt, he barely got two inches off the ground and hit the ball
into the net. His next attempt was no better. Ally came over to talk to him.
"I can't jump at all."

"You never could as far as I'm concerned."

"You ruined my legs."

"You're a pathetic wimp."

"We might as well forfeit right now."

"Like hell. This is what we're going to do. You're going to go up by the net.
You're going to stay there at all times, except when it's your serve, and then
after you serve, you're going to get right back up there. Try to block, but
I'm sure you'll have no luck. Ben's a good jumper and Erin, well Erin is
spectacular. She could go right over you on your best day."

"I'm not going to do it. That's what the guys make the women do. It would be
humiliating."

"You're going to do it or I'm going to announce to everyone here what happened
to you last night. Maybe a little demonstration. You want humiliation, how
about if I held you across my shoulders upside down, you're dick sticking up
in the air because you find my so overwhelming. Now get up there and let's
start the game." He hung his head and sulked up to the net.

"Oh, girlfriend, you've got a lot of courage. Good luck," Erin called from the
other side of the net. Ben served first, a hard topspin jump serve that Ally
had to scamper half way across the court to field. She managed to put up a
pretty good pass but Fred's set was way off the net. Instinctively knowing
what to do Ally stayed behind the ball but jumped very high and hit the ball
hard and with a lot of topspin, deep to the middle where neither Erin nor Ben
went for it, each assuming the other would.

Ally went over to Fred. "You're gonna have to give me better sets than that. I
didn't hurt your arms last night."

"Well, yeah you did."

"When?"

"At some point when you were fucking the life out of me, you arched up, really
wracking my legs, then you crossed my arms across my chest and held them with
just one hand while you played with your boobs with your other one." He held
out his forearms for her to see the bruises she left.

"Gee, I don't even remember that. Sorry. Well, you'll just have to fight the
pain and give my some sets right on the net or last night will seem like a
massage when I get done with you tonight."

Erin and Ben and especially Ally played out of their heads while Fred was
almost a non-factor other than setting for Ally. As expected, Erin absolutely
toyed with Fred, going right over top of him on hit after hit, sometimes
adding to his humiliation by hitting the with such downward trajectory and
from almost two feet above his outstretched hands, that the ball would careen
off his shoulders or hands, and even the top of his head a couple of times.
One time, as he pathetically tried to block but was too far off the net, Erin
ripped the ball straight down in front of him between his outstretched arms
and between him and the net.

But it was Ally who really stole the show, covering the whole court and as she
got more and more confidence, equaling her new friend, Erin, even more
impressive considering being two inches shorter. But alas, as amazing a
performance as it was, she couldn't overcome the powerful duo of Ben and Erin
with Fred so out of it. They won handily, 11-5 and 11-4. But the most awesome
play amongst a host of unbelievable ones was Ally's and it was on the last
play of the match.

Fred gave her one of his few perfect sets, high and fifty/fifty over the net.
Ally jumped as high above Ben as Erin had been doing to Fred all day. She
contacted the ball with a closed fist almost two feet over his outstretched
arms and with so much down the ball actually hit the back of his shoulder and
careened off toward Erin's face. With her lightening quick reactions, Erin got
a hand up and the ball bounced off her arm and back over the net to land in
the sand before Ally had even descended back to the ground. Ally had tried to
torque her body and reach for it, but the ball was too far away. Fred was so
tired that he made no move and the match was over.

All but ignoring Fred, Ben and Erin ran over and embraced their new friend,
congratulating her on how well she played despite the odds. A little while
later at the award ceremony, as the tournament director handed the check of
two thousand dollars over to Erin, she put up a hand to quiet the crowd.
"Thanks for all your support guys. Ben and I have decided that since Ally was
so amazing with almost no help from her partner, we're going to share the
prize with Ally.

As people gathered around so taken by the newest star, Fred dejectedly started
to slink away. "Where are you going?"

"Back to the room. I'm exhausted."

"Why? I did all the work out there. Well, you better rest up. I might want
some servicing later. I hope you will more willingly admit now that I am
probably more than twice as strong as you. Even using your standard. I hit the
ball twice as hard, and from a lot farther off the ground." He said nothing,
but just walked off, a broken man.

Fred woke up hours later to the sound of the hotel room door opening. Ally had
just gotten back from spending all day with her new friend Erin. They had been
playing pickup games all afternoon long, against men and had held the court
all afternoon, having played around fifteen games plus or minus. They pretty
much demolished everyone, leaving a trail of tired guys with rock hard boners
in their wake.

At some point, Erin had taught Ally two hit a two set, where the ball is set
only about two feet above the net, and the hitter needs to have been jumping
before the set has even gone up. This requires perfect timing, something
neither girl had a problem with, due to their spectacular athletic talents.
One of the purposes of the two set is that it happens so quickly that the
defenders can't get ready and both Erin and Ally were burying the ball at the
opponent's feet all afternoon long, each time coming down over the top of the
ball at the peaks of their jumps. Ally even managed to crank a one set so hard
that it hit the guy in the stomach and knocked him on his back.

So Fred woke up to a sweat-covered, but still brimming with energy Ally, the
afternoon sun-light glowing off her pumped body as she stood in the open door.
"I showed today that I'm not only stronger than a skinny guys like you, but
that I could handle pretty much every guy out there. Erin and I won every
pickup game we played. The only team that even got close was Ben and Pete, but
we beat them pretty easily as well, 11-6. I'm pretty turned on right now. Are
you ready for some sex? My way?"

"No, please. I can't take it."

"Are you willing to admit that I'm stronger than you? A lot stronger."

"Yes, you are superior to me in every way. I'm sorry I didn't see it before.
I've seen the light. I worship the ground you walk on."

"Well I've seen the light too. I think that the strong should be in charge, in
everything, but especially in sex. Last night was awesome for me." She stood
there looking like a savage goddess in her leopard bikini. Then she slowly,
seductively peeled it off as he sat on the bed shaking with fear and arousal.
"You're going to eat me now."

"Can't you at least clean it first?" She laughed as she went to the
refrigerator and took out an ice cold bottled beer, the kind with a hint of
lime. Fred looked at her quizzically. "I thought you didn't drink."

"I don't." She stared at him as she shook the bottle a few times. Then she
opened it and as it overflowed, she inserted it into her clean shaven pussy.
Ally had an especially intense orgasm as the beer flowed into her, her knees
almost buckling, catching herself on the counter of the kitchenette. "There.
Now it's clean." She inched towards him.

"Please don't hurt me anymore," he pleaded, shaking with fear, even as his
cock betrayed him.

"I won't. You've learned your lesson. You're a good guy, you just needed a
little enlightenment. But no more lying on my back for me. I'm the strong one.
I'm on top. And don't worry. I'll hover above you as you service me. I'm know
that if I put the full weight of all my muscle down on you, you could get hurt
again. And we've got plans tonight."

She pushed him down on his back and crawled up his body until her sweet pussy
was right above his face. Unbeknownst to him, she had been clenching that
sweet thing ever since she had given herself a beer douche. Now she relaxed
and poor Fred's face got drenched with beer that was no longer all that cold,
but still had a "hint of lime".

Fred dutifully craned his neck, reaching with his tongue as Ally ran her hands
up and down her powerful body, further turning herself on with the amazing
conditioning of that hard torso, and the fullness and anti-gravity thrusting
of her awesome tits, her hands roaming up and down her powerful arms, capable,
as she found out earlier of hitting a volleyball so hard that she could knock
a strong guy off his feet, occasionally running her hands over legs capable of
jumping more than four feet out of soft sand.

After several satisfying orgasms, she jumped up and went to take a show,
instructing Fred to masturbate if he wanted some satisfaction. He didn't need
to. As he watched that perfect body walk out of the room, that unbelievable
muscular ass churning, those shoulders that were twice as broad as her strong
hard lower back, her erupted spontaneously, so aware that he had just serviced
a true goddess.

She called from in the shower, "Hey Fred, did you know that Erin and Ben live
down here at the beach? No wonder they're so good."

"I didn't know. Why do you ask?"

"Because as soon as we're ready, we're heading over there for the evening." A
little while later, Ally came out of the bathroom carrying her leopard skin
suit in her hand and wearing a pink tie-dyed wife-beater that was several
sizes to small, making her large breasts look even bigger. And the way it rode
up on her torso emphasized all the power that she had in her core. Ally was
also wearing white cutoff sweats that were rolled down, exposing her devil's
horns and sides of the pink thong peaking out the top from under those tight
shorts.

"Oh, God, Ally, you look so hot. How come you've never dressed like this
before?"

"I was uncertain how people would take it. But this weekend I've really come
to appreciate how unique I am. Why should I hide it? I am a physically
superior human being and if people, especially guys, can't handle it, tough
shit. I thought the pink and white outfit would emphasize my femininity while
at the same time accentuating my muscles and the physical power that I have."

"It does. My dick is so hard right now." She came over and stood in front of
him, then started to sway her body in a very seductive manner. Fred started to
erupt right away. In the middle of his meltdown, Ally turned and walked away.

"Glad you enjoyed the little show, but I'm dressed like this for Ben."

Stay tuned for part two.