Mixed Doubles Part 2 
by Musclehead



Fred had just had two spontaneous, no hands ejaculations, the first watching
the naked flawless body of Ally going into the bathroom, and the second after
she emerged wearing a too small pink wife-beater and short cutoff sweats, with
most of her powerful core revealed in all its glory.

Now it was time to head over to Erin and Ben's house, actually their Dad's
house right on the beach. The family was independently wealthy and their Mom
and Dad spent a lot of time traveling, something they were doing at the
moment. So Erin and Ben, and their younger sister held down the fort, so to
speak.

Fred and Ally walked along the beach to get to the house, attracting a lot of
attention along the way, Ally leaving a trail of boners in her wake. She was
enjoying her new found liberation, both flaunting her physical beauty and her
athletic prowess, and getting off on asserting her strength, especially when
it came to men. But right now she was thinking that Fred was way too easy to
overpower, no challenge at all. She'd still keep him around for that 10" cock,
but it only made sense for someone like her to be attracted to a guy with some
muscle, someone like Ben.

She had already shown that she could jump higher than Ben and hit the ball
almost as hard, but she was just wondering how they'd stack up against each
other in other activities. Erin had already said that he had the hots for her
and if was possible for her to look hotter than she did in her leopard skin
bikini, the outfit that she was wearing now might do it. She had also brought
her suit along in case there was an opportunity to go for a swim.

On the way, she apologized to Fred for having hurt him. "I needed to show you
since what was right in front of your eyes didn't do the trick. And then I
just got carried away. In spite of the fact that I've always been strong, I've
never really been the aggressor when it came to sex, even though I've always
been stronger than my partners. Going back to when I was eighteen and doing
college gymnastics I was stronger than almost all my boyfriends. But since I
started lifting, the gap has widened. I knew I was a lot stronger than you
that first night. But I was happy to let you take the lead. Well, no more. The
floodgates have been opened. Anyway, sorry if I hurt you."

"I'm okay now. My legs are still a little sore, but nothing like this morning.
I couldn't even get off the ground."

"Not to sound mean or anything, Fred, but even when you're jumping your best
you're still barely getting off the ground as far as I'm concerned. And that's
another example of my vastly superior strength; I can jump almost three times
what you do."

"And I must admit, once you got the hang of it, some of your hits were truly
frightening."

"Thanks. Oh, I gotta tell you something that was really cool. Erin taught me
how to hit those really low sets today when we were playing pickup games
against guys. I think they call them two-sets. I had a hit where almost my
entire upper body was above the net, and I came down over top of the ball so
hard that I knocked a guy over. I had an orgasm right then and there. It was
so cool."

"You're truly amazing. It takes most people several years before they can
master the timing of a two set." After a brief moment of silence, "Will sex
with you always be painful from now on?"

"What makes you think we're going to have sex anymore?" She looked over at
him, and he looked absolutely crestfallen. "I'm sorry, Fred. Yes, we'll still
have sex. I love that big cock of yours and did you know that you remained
hard as a rock last night for over an hour, even though at some point you
seemed to have passed out just from the sheer intensity of our little
encounter?"

"Or the pain and exhaustion. I think it would take an Olympic athlete to keep
up with you."

"Exactly. Oh, by the way, you have a very talented tongue as well, but if you
don't want to wind up battered and bruised every time we do it, you'd better
start hitting the gym. Just playing volleyball isn't enough."

They walked in silence for a few minutes. Finally, "What are we going to do at
Erin and Ben's house."

"Well, there will be a few other people there evidently, including Pete and
Ginny. Remember them? The one's we beat in the loser's brackets finals. Pete
really has the hots for Erin. Maybe you and Ginny might find something to help
you connect, because tonight, I want Ben, and evidently he wants me. Sorry.
I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. But after all, you and I are basically
just fuck buddies. And besides, do you think you could take another couple of
hours being sexually pummeled by me, a second night in a row?" He didn't say
anything, he knew he couldn't.

"So, Erin said there'll be good food there. You know, obviously, everyone's a
health nut. But evidently the one thing that everyone does that it could be
argued isn't all that healthy, is that everyone smokes reefer. And taking
smoke into your lungs isn't the best thing in the world, but it is fun. Oh,
Erin also said there'd be live entertainment. I don't know what that means, a
band or something, maybe?"

When they got there, there was a nice spread of seafood, salads, etc. Ben
couldn't take his eyes off Ally, but she pretended not to notice, spending a
lot of time chatting it up with Erin and Ginny. Eventually, Ginny, at Ally's
prodding, started to flirt a little with Fred. He was surprised to find out
that Pete and Ginny were brother and sister as well, so when Pete was all but
slobbering over Erin, Ginny showed no jealousy, because there was none there.

The joints got passed around and soon everyone was acting silly, just having
fun and laughing a lot at the stupidest things. And then, "Hey everyone, time
for the live entertainment. Everyone down to the basement." Erin led the way
to the spacious exercise area in the basement. A large area was covered with
thick mats. "Everyone just find a place along the perimeter." Once everyone
was seated, Erin went over to a side door, and opened it, ushering in a guy
who seemed to be around eighteen years old.

Now Ben narrated. "Hey everyone, this is Frank, our little sister's boyfriend.
As you can see, he's pretty damn muscular for a young person." Frank was
wearing a speedo. He was indeed very well built. About five-nine and maybe a
hundred and seventy pounds, all muscle. Long blond hair made him the
quintessential California beach boy type, except with more muscle than usual.

The door opened again for the grand entrance. "And this is Pam, Erin and my
little sister." She came out, wearing a white bikini, eighteen years old,
five- six and a hundred and fifty pounds of the most awesome teenage muscle
imaginable. As compared to her height, she was thicker than her older sister,
closer in proportions to Ally. She also had that wavy, strawberry blond hair
that matched her boyfriend's, and she had every bit the muscle that he had,
although in a smaller package.

Ben continued, "They're going to wrestle for us." And wrestle they did.
Throwing each other all over the place, putting each other in holds that would
have the average person screaming, slamming each other to the mats with a
force that might break bones, but each time, both bouncing back to their feet.
It was an awesome display of athletic prowess, superb conditioning and amazing
strength, not to mention speed, agility and flexibility.

It was also highly sexual also, merely because of the physical beauty of their
young, powerful bodies in action. In spite of his twenty pound weight
advantage, after a half an hour of grueling combat, they were basically
stalemated. They both lay in the middle of the mat on their backs, holding
hands, breathing deeply. Eventually, he got to his feet, reached a helping
hand to her and as she went to stand, he pulled her, flinging her up and
catching her so that he was cradling her in his arms. She did not resist,
instead, planting a big wet kiss on him. He turned and walked out, carrying
her up to her room for some marathon fucking as everyone applauded, all
clearly aroused by what they had seen.

"Well, what's next? Anyone else want to have a go at it?" Ben looked around
the room.

Ginny spoke up. "I'd like to see Ally wrestle. She's the most muscular woman
here, even more than you, Erin. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah, you're right."

"I've never wrestled before."

Pete interjected, "You proved to be an awesome volleyball player, picking it
up and getting better than just about everybody in about two days."

""Let's see her wrestle against Fred. She carried him through the finals this
morning."

"I've got a better idea," said Ally. "Yesterday Fred said he thought that Erin
and I were pretty strong, ... .for girls. I think I've convinced him that I'm
stronger than him. But I think Erin should remove all doubt that she's
stronger, too."

Erin started rubbing her hands together. "Let me go change my clothes."

"I don't want to do this. I'll admit that she's stronger than me, I'm sure she
is, probably quite a bit."

"Not good enough. We want to be entertained."

"I'm not gonna do this."

"Fred, I've already proven myself beyond a shadow of a doubt with you. It's
her or me." Fred mulled it over in his mind. Yes, Erin was still the better
volleyball player of the two women, but not by much, and she had been playing
for ten years. There was no doubt that Ally's ascendency was an extraordinary
athletic feat. And she had more muscle than Erin.

"Okay. I'll wrestle Erin."

"Don't look so down, Fred. It's all in good fun."

Erin came back a few minutes later wearing a tight summer dress that really
accentuated her great body. She pulled it over her head to the accompaniment
of loud gasps. Yes, everyone knew she was muscular and curvy, but she had worn
somewhat modest bikini bottoms and a sports bra during the volleyball
tournament. Now she was wearing one of those slingshot suits that was cut so
low on her lower abdomen that you could tell that she had to shave that thing.
And her devil's horn, those marvelous insertions of the legs into the lower
torso were every bit as impressive as Ally's.

But it was her tits that attracted a lot of attention. "Oh my God," thought
Ally and Fred, Pete and Ginny as well. Her sports bra must have been pretty
tight earlier in the day. Her tits gave new meaning to the term torpedos. And
the slingshot had two thin straps that barely covered her nipples. Every guy
was instantly hard, including the frightened Fred. Ally felt herself getting
moist. She had never felt that way about a woman before, but here was a woman
who was as stunning, as powerful looking and every bit as athletic as she was.
This was going to be quite a show.

Ally got up and grabbed a reluctant Fred by the hand, yanking him to his feet.
She pulled his shirt over his head then got behind him, pushing him out to the
center of the mat where Erin was waiting for him, once again rubbing her hands
together. This was going to be a slaughter. Ally realized that Erin was going
to overwhelm Fred as easily as she had. The difference in their bodies was
glaring. She was all curvy female muscle and he was a stick figure, yes, fit
but with very little muscle.

But there was something Ally didn't know. Neither did anyone else there except
Ben. It was Erin who had taught little sister Pam how to wrestle. This was
going to be even more one sided than Ally's sexual overpowering of Fred the
previous night. Erin stood there as previously stated, rubbing her hands
together as Fred awkwardly crossed his arms over his chest, supreme confidence
against total lack thereof. She got into a wrestler's stance, and he followed,
tipping his hand that he might know what he was doing. He actually made the
first move, coming in low for her legs.

If he hadn't wrestled before, he had probably seen some, because it was
actually a pretty good move. The only trouble was that Erin spread her feet
some for leverage and as he went low, she reached around his waist from above.
She didn't do anything for a few seconds as Fred struggled to make something
of his hold. And then, with a burst of strength, she lifted him with enough
explosive force that his legs flew up even with the rest of his body. In one
smooth motion, Erin twisted to the right and slammed him down onto the mat,
face, chest, stomach and legs all crashing down at the same time, with her
muscular body on top.

She let go and bounced to her feet, and while he lay there motionless, she
went over to Pete, bent down and rubbed her beautiful breasts in his face,
giggling the whole way. "Enjoy the show, Pete," she laughed as she went back
to poor Fred, walking around his body a few times as he slow got to his feet
and then stood up. "Are you ready to go some more, Freddy? I'm just getting
warmed up."

"No, no more, please."

"Sorry. And you'd better fight back or it'll get real bad for you. I want some
competition." She knew full well that she was in another league altogether and
that he would provide none. But she too was insulted that he previously
couldn't see how superior she was in every way. "Are you ready, Freddy?"

He didn't say anything, he just got down in a crouch once again. Erin looked
over at Ally and winked. She looked back at Fred just as he again made a move
for her legs with his arms, this time actually getting a good enough hold on
one of them to be able to pull it up, causing Erin to stumble backwards, but
she held on as she fell, she continued to roll backwards, and as she flipped
him over her it became obvious to everyone watching that she had let him catch
that leg.

In a split second, Fred was on his stomach with his arms pulled behind his
back and Erin's muscular legs wrapped around the outside of his long skinny
ones. She pushed up on his hands until they were on the small of his back, her
triceps exploding into detail as she straightened her arms. The she let go and
got off him, sauntering over to her captive audience with a big smile on her
face as they all came to the realization that she was toying with him as much
right now as she had been earlier when she was hitting right over the top of
his pathetic attempts to block her awesome hits.

Everyone was getting pretty turned on by Erin, that perfect body in that hot
slingshot, combined with her wrestling skills and power, and all eyes were so
focused on her that they didn't even notice Fred get up and come at her until
it was too late. He tackled her to the ground before anyone could respond.
While Erin was stunned, it was his turn to pull her hands behind her back, as
he intertwined his legs with hers. Pushing her arms way up in a double chicken
wing, he applied pressure to her legs, seemingly with some success, as now she
was the one in trouble, or so it seemed.

When Fred thought she was weakening, Erin suddenly spread her legs out to the
sides, Fred not being able to stop her. Then, just as quickly, she brought
them back inward as his remained out where she had pushed them to. Somehow she
got her feet planted just enough that she exploded her legs upwards while
spreading her arms out to the sides, easily breaking out of his hold, as she
both flipped over, Fred landing on his back, and Erin rolling to her feet up
and away from him. As she stood, curtseying to the crowd, she once again did
not push her advantage. Fred was getting pissed now at her mocking ways and he
leaped at her. Erin fell backwards while holding on to Fred.

They rolled two or three times and when they came to a rest, one of Fred's
legs was caught in between hers, he was on his back and his arms were up in
the air, but not above his head, but more above his face. She had both his
wrists captured in one hand as she reached down and grabbed the ankle of his
free leg. With frightening strength, she twisted that leg up by his head,
tucked it between his arms and then back behind his neck, on the left side of
his head, then she pulled his arms to the right, locking that leg in place
with his own arms and the side of his head.

She still had one arm free, so she put it behind her and used it for leverage
as she torqued her body putting poor Fred's twisted, contorted body into a
world of pain. To add to his humiliation, she leaned in and started rubbing
those great tits in his face. In spite of all his pain, Fred ejaculated
intensely into his shorts.

Laughing, she got off him and went back to Pete, once again leaning in and
rubbing her tits in his face, causing the same reaction in him. At this point
everyone was aware Erin had skills that alone would have been more than enough
to take Fred with ease, but considering that she was showing herself to be so
much stronger than him, this was really turning into a one-sided trouncing.
Not that anyone cared. Everyone was so high, and also so turned on seeing this
body of phenomenal power and amazing beauty, not to mention the quickness and
skill, and looking so hot in that suit, they just wanted to see more of her in
action.

Fred was starting to suspect that when she decided to press her advantage, he
wouldn't be able to defend himself from her doing anything she wanted to him.
He was about to have his suspicions confirmed. He came at her one more time
and in a flash she reached out, put a hand on the back of his head and pulled
him towards her as she pushed him down.

Erin once again wrapped her arms around his waist, but instead of pushing him
down, she pulled him up with such force that he flipped up, his legs flying up
and over as he landed upside down, with the small of his back on one of her
shoulders. Just as quickly, she moved her hands to his waist, and with brute
strength that she had only hinted at up to this point, even with some of her
hardest hits on the volleyball court, flung him up and away from her and
watched as he fell to the mats from six or seven feet off the ground, landing
so hard on his back that he bounced and then fell forward on his face.

Erin went and kneeled behind him, spreading his legs and then picking them up,
one at a time and placing them so that his lower thighs, just above the knees,
were positioned on each side of her broad shoulders. Then she grabbed his
arms, pulling them behind his back and to the right, capturing them once again
with one strong hand. With her left hand, she reached and cupped his chin,
then with tremendous explosive power, she pulled his arms to the right as far
as possible while pulling his head equally hard to the left and simultaneously
pulling his body back towards her powerful shoulders, bending him backwards
while scrunching him inward, and continuing to pull him in two directions at
once.

To make it even more dramatic, she arched her own back as far as possible,
holding his entire body above her in this unbelievable hold. She only held it
for about five seconds before lurching forward into an upright position as she
let go, flinging him away from her, down onto his stomach, not moving except
the occasional heave of his chest.

Erin got to her feet and threw her head back as one hand began stroking her
hard abs and the other hand went to her pussy while she shuddered in orgasm.
Ally was so enthralled with this exhibition of overwhelming female superiority
that she had her own meltdown, Ginny as well. Orgasms completed, Ginny sensing
Fred's utter humiliation, ran to him to comfort him as Ally wondered if there
would be an encore. She was about to get her wish.

Erin seductively made her way back towards Pete, who was totally under her
spell at this point. "That was way too easy. He never had a chance. Your
turn."

"I don't know if I have much of a chance either."

"You don't." She paused for a second, standing before him with her arms
hanging at her sides, breathing deeply, her breasts rising with each breath. "
Ally was telling me that you were going on and on about how much better my
spikes are than yours."

"I was because yours are."

"Well, just so you know, beachball is my second sport. You have less of a
chance with me in wrestling than you did on the beach. I never loose. But at
least you have some muscle. You'll not be able to mount a defense against
either my skills or my speed, but at least you'll be a little closer in
strength to me than stick boy over there."

"I outweigh you by, what, maybe twenty or thirty pounds. I'm sure I'm as
strong as you."

"I'm sure you're not. But why don't you ask Ben."

"Pete, how do you think your hardest hit this weekend compared to hers?"

"I'm sure she had twenty or thirty that were better, you know, harder."

"Well, believe it or not, she wasn't hitting her hardest. She didn't have to.
Of course, she never does have to." Erin turned from looking at Ben as he
spoke to staring back at Pete with a smile on her face that said, "I'm going
to eat you alive."

Then she spoke. "Remember, that's my number two sport, you know volleyball. I
was holding back against Fred when we wrestled, if you want to call it that,
as one-sided as it was. Just like with my spikes, I simply don't need to go
all out. Three quarters is more than enough. And with Freddy here, I didn't
even go fifty percent."

Pete spoke with trepidation in his voice. "What's the point? Sounds like
you're gonna wipe the floor with me."

"I am. But, do you want to have sex with me?"

"More than anything in the world."

"Then you'll have to fight me. It's as simple as that."

"Well, you'll have to go more than fifty percent with me."

"We'll see."

In the meantime, Ginny was helping poor beaten up Fred to his feet. "Ally told
me what happened between you and her last night. You should have known better.
Look at both of them. Ally's arms are probably fifteen inches around and
defined, and Erin's are close. Yours look like they're maybe twelve or so and
straight and flat, no roundness to them at all. Look at their legs compared to
yours, look at those powerful torsos. What were you thinking?"

"I don't know. But I guess I do now."

"You're probably closer in strength to a woman like me." She looked down his
body as she helped him along. He was still sportin' wood. And what wood it
was. "Let's find a place to clean you up a little," said Ginny, as she led him
back upstairs. After she helped him revive a little she found an empty
bedroom. And she was right. He probably was about the same strength as her,
when fresh, ... ..but right now he was totally exhausted from being put
through the ringer by the dynamo in the basement. Ginny had a strength
advantage at this moment and she had her way with him, not pounding him into
the mattress like Ally had done, but definitely being on top and fucking him
for a long time.

Back in the basement, Erin stood in front of Pete, so turned on, so full of
energy that she couldn't stand still. Impatiently, she grabbed his hand and
yanked him to his feet so forcefully that he became airborne. She twisted her
upper torso so that when he collided with her, their bodies were perpendicular
to each other. She caught him across her chest, one arm over a shoulder, the
other between his legs, and in one smooth and explosive move, turned, leaped
high and slammed him down on his back with teeth shattering force.

Erin bounced off him as he lay there almost convulsing and went over to Ally,
pulling her slings down off her shoulders, exposing her swollen nipples, the
only parts of her breasts that had been covered. Her tits were truly so
perfect that one might think they were fake, but they weren't. She was just
genetically blessed, plus a strong work ethic had helped her to develop pecs
that made those perfect tits thrust out even more than usual.

Erin helped Ally to her feet and then turned around. "Ally, tie one of my arms
behind my back with the slings of my suit." A stunned Ally did as she asked.
"Thanks." Erin turned and walked slowly back towards Pete, that powerful
pelvis, those incredible round muscular glutes, those arms and legs, that
v-shaped back, moving in such perfect harmony as only the bodies of the
fittest people can.

Still unbelieving Ally turned to look at Ben. "He still has no chance, Ally.
She's so much better than the next best that it's hard to comprehend."

"Who is the next best, Ben?"

"That would be me. We're about even in strength in spite of my size advantage
but she's so much faster than me and so much more skilled. And having the same
amount of strength in a smaller body is quite an advantage, believe it or not.
She's reached the level where she can actually invent new skills and new moves
on the fly. Watch her slaughter this poor guy even with that arm tied. By the
way, she had you tie her stronger, more dominant arm."

Pete was on his hands and knees at this point, but still in quite a daze. Erin
stopped next to his shoulder looking down at him. Suddenly he lashed out and
grabbed one of her ankles, yanking up and causing her to lose her balance. But
even as she was falling backwards she was already figuring out what to do,
managing to torque her body so that she flipped sideways in towards him
because her free arm had been to the outside. In a split second, she had the
back of her arm under his neck and so that her tricep was right under his chin
even as her legs found their way around his lower abdomen.

Clamping down tightly she then twisted her body back in the direction from
which it came, wrenching Pete backwards across her lower abs and hip.
Crunching her body inwards, and then stretching it out in rapid succession had
Pete trying his best to stifle his cries of pain as it felt like she was going
to tear him in half. He was pawing at her arm with all his might no avail,
when suddenly she pulled him back even farther, straightened that arm and
grabbed one of his flailing legs.

She pulled it back towards his butt, loosened her legs, tucked the foot in
under her leg that was across his back and re-secured her scissors. Then she
squeezed so hard that his free leg was kicking uncontrollably and she grabbed
that too. So now, his waist and one of his legs were captured with her
powerful legs and his head was being pulled back really far as she held that
other leg in her hand. The she flattened him out onto the mat so that his arms
were captured under his body.

It was an unbelievably devastating hold, having gone from being tripped to
having a strong guy completely tied up in about thirty seconds. Could she make
it any worse? Of course she could. Erin started to push her upper arm back
even further under his chin, as she bent her elbow like she was doing a curl
with the resistance being a lower body that did not want to go in that
direction, but she was making it go that way anyway while pushing the upper
body in the opposite direction. Now he couldn't hold back the screams anymore.
She let him go and he flopped to the floor, face down.

Ally wanted to say something, but could find no words to describe the
absolutely devastating job that Erin had done on Pete so quickly, and with
that one arm tied. She just looked over at Ben, who just smiled. "What did I
tell you? She's way beyond unbeatable, she's totally unstoppable." Something
else Ally noticed was that though they were brother and sister, and she was
sure there was nothing weird going on, Ben couldn't help but be totally turned
on watching this awesome athlete in action.

Erin got up and flipped Pete over onto his back. The she gently sat down on
his abs and waited for him to revive some. Finally he opened his eyes. "My God
Erin, I don't know which is more incredible, your wrestling skills or those
amazing breasts. When did you, ya know, bare them?"

"Before you tried to trip me. You were on your knees and you hadn't looked up
from the floor yet. I suppose you wanted me to think you were still out of it
to get the element of surprise. There's something else you didn't see,
something that adds a new dimension to me having my way with you so easily."

"What's that?"

"I had Ally use the slings of my suit to tie one of my arms behind my back, my
stronger one at that."

"You did that to me with one ... ... ?" Before Pete could finish his sentence
he erupted with a massive ejaculation.

"I'll take that as a compliment. I guess you don't want to fight anymore."

"Yes, I do. But you are the most awesome athlete I've ever encountered. I'd be
honored to give it another try."

"You are brave. By the way, I haven't felt any need to go all out, or even
three quarters yet. On your feet."

They stood facing each other. Pete couldn't take his eyes off her incredible
body, even more pumped now than when playing volleyball, and also more
exposed. As he gazed at those thrusting tits, his erection seemed to get even
harder, if that was possible. She reached down with her free hand and touched
that bad boy. In spite of the fact that her touch felt like a jolt of
electricity to Pete, he concentrated on the task at hand.

Taking advantage of one of her hands tied, and the other down by his crotch,
his arms went around her head and he pulled her in, squeezing as hard as he
could. As intensely as they were watching this outlier of outliers, neither
Ally nor Ben could ever describe what took place next, it happened so quickly.
For the next two or three minutes, Erin was a blur, so fast, so powerful that
what had seemed like the good starting position for Pete had no meaning
whatsoever.

When they came to rest, Pete was on his stomach, and Erin was lying on top of
him facing up with his legs in a reverse grape-vine. Her powerful upper body
was slid slightly off of him and her free arm was under his arms and head and
back over, holding on to his opposite arm at the bicep. Both of Pete's arms
were straight out over his head due to the tremendous pressure she was putting
on him with that one arm. Erin looked over at Ally and Ben with a big smile on
her face. Then she slowly started spreading her legs outwards as she started
sitting up and turning her super-strong core away from Pete, her arm bring his
body along, twisting him backwards.

When she finally was turned onto her side, facing the two spectators, she
pulled her tied arm out from underneath her, tearing the slings right off with
unbelievable power considering the lack of good leverage. Erin closed her eyes
and stuck her hand down inside of what was left of her suit and stuck her
finger into her juicy pussy. As she achieved sexual nirvana, her body tensed
and the pressure that she put on Pete's body with just one arm and on his legs
with hers, knocked him out.

When she opened her eyes again, Ally and Ben were gone. They had been so
turned on by her exhibition of female superiority that they had gone off to do
some serious physical activity themselves. Erin extricated herself from this
latest devastating hold and lay Pete on his back, and then pulled his shorts
off. Needless to say, he was hard as a rock, big and thick. She pulled her
slingshot the rest of the way off.

Erin wasn't quite ready to have him in side of her, so she slid down, facing
his feet and just rubbed her well lubricated pussy against him. She was moving
all over the place, losing control, but his cock was so thick that her swollen
clitoris never lost contact with that bad boy. Erin found herself so lost in
those glorious sensations that she didn't even notice Pete had woken up until
he sat up, reached around and began massaging her breasts. He decided that
this wasn't all that comfortable so he went to lay back down and bring her
along.

Erin was in the middle of yet another orgasm and as Pete pulled with all his
might, using all his upper body strength and weight, she just stayed in that
sitting position, her powerful core muscles, now clenched in the midst of a
sexual meltdown, so much stronger than any resistance he had to offer.
Eventually she noticed Pete. She peeled his hands off, twisted around, putting
a hand on his chest and pushed. He was flat on his back in a split second.

Erin put her hands on the floor next to her knees, pushed off and threw
herself back so that she landed right on his face. Slamming her drenched pussy
onto his mouth, she leaned forward and took his monster into hers. They both
knew at this point that there was no need for any more wrestling. The fact was
that he was incapable of doing anything to stop her from doing pretty much
anything she wanted to him. She was so much more skilled than him, more agile,
and so much faster than him that it seemed like he was going in slow motion by
comparison.

Plus in addition to Pete thinking that because of his size advantage that he
"surely was as strong as her", Erin proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that
"surely he was not", not even close. But Pete had a great attitude, and really
got as turned on by Erin's physical superiority as she did. So if she
continued to demonstrate her physical skills, she assumed that it would get
him going even more. Just like Ally had done the night before with Fred, Erin
wrapped her arms around his waist and picked him up upside down and remained
up on her knees as they continued to service each other.

To turn up the heat a little more, Erin started to lean, arching her back
until her head was almost touching the floor, holding him on top of her torso
as the licking and sucking continued. She didn't want to go all the way to the
floor with her head because it was a much greater feat of strength to remain
in this position cantilevered out like that.

After yet another simultaneous explosion, she did go farther down in her arch
to the top of her head, and then she put her hands on either side of Pete's
waist and lifted him off her, pushing him out and holding his entire
bodyweight out at arm's length as she continued to remain in her knees to head
bridge.

Suddenly, Erin threw Pete away from her and he had barely landed on his back
before she pounced on him. "It's a good thing you've got some muscle in that
torso of yours Pete, because my pelvic thrusts can probably bust blood
vessels." That said, she impaled herself on the thickest cock she could
remember. She grabbed his arms and pushed them way up above his head, just to
serve as a reminder of how strong she was, and lowered her tits down onto his
face to remind him of how firm they were. She let go of his hands. "Suck on
the nipples and fondle the rest of their fullness.

She put her arms on the floor on the sides of his shoulders, straightening
them, so he could see all the detail, the fullness of the biceps, the
horseshoe of her triceps, the roundness of her shoulders. Pete remembered that
the first time he saw her he realized that she was muscular, but not as pumped
as she was now. And to think that Ally had more muscles than Erin. Maybe
Ally's pelvic thrusts could break bones. "Maybe that's what happened to Fred,"
he thought to himself. "Well, no broken bones, but maybe she fucked up his
legs."

As those thoughts were going through Pete's mind, hard to believe he'd be
thinking about anything else except the sex goddess pounding away on top of
him, suddenly, Erin tied up his legs and clenched as she had yet another
moment. Coming down from the latest sexual high, Erin wondered to herself,
"Ally never told me what happened to Fred. Maybe she did to him what I just
did to Pete with my legs."

She looked down at his handsome face which was wracked with pain, yet not a
peep out of him. "Are you alright, Pete."

"I think I just found out why you can jump so high."

"Sorry. Sometimes I forget my own strength, then I get carried away in a
sexual firestorm and I wind up hurting people. It's okay if they're assholes,
but you're not. Wanna fuck some more? Got anything left?"

"I've lost count of how any times I've ejaculated, more than I ever have
before in one evening."

"Is it because you find me so exciting?"

"You're the most amazing, exciting person I've ever met."

"Thanks. Well you just lie there and watch the show. No touching." Erin sat up
on Pete's lap, the two of them still coupled. What she did next can only be
described self-muscle- worship. For several minutes her hands never stopped
moving, exploring all parts of her perfect physique, all those muscles finely
developed from years of beach volleyball, wrestling and intense exercise of
all kinds. And those tits, those amazing tits, so firm that even though
they're not technically muscles, were the type of breasts that belonged on a
body like that.

Eventually she lingered at her breasts, her head lolling back, her mouth open.
She could take it no more, and neither could Pete. He come again, at least as
intensely as if it was his first of the evening, with no movement whatsoever.

Smiling down at him with an "I told you so" look in her eyes, Pete barely
managed to utter the words, "Oh my God."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet. You're going to come again in less than a
minute."

"She leaned down, sticking her tits in his face as she intertwined her arms
around his, way up by the shoulders, and once again her legs around his in a
grape-vine. Then she sat back up, bringing him along. His face was buried in
those puppies, she was applying so much pressure to his arm/shoulder area that
his arms were once again forced straight up in the air and she started to
force his legs apart in a split as she arched back once again, using only her
core muscles, as she had almost no leverage advantage in this position.

Pete couldn't move a muscle. Her hold was simply an overwhelming display of
her power. Then she started to squeeze her pussy muscles, doing a Kegel
exercise on his cock. They came simultaneously. Due to not being able to move,
coupled with the knowledge that he was being taken by one of the most awesome
creatures on the planet, his orgasm was so intense that he came for almost a
minute and then his body went completely limp, except for his cock, as Erin
continued to orgasm for at least another three or four minutes, her pussy
simply spasming out of control. Before she finished, the unconscious Pete
shuddered and came yet again. "Wow," she thought to herself, "I'm even more
awesome than I thought. I've never done that before."

Erin extricated herself from Pete and went to take a shower. Her mind drifted
off to Ally. She had become an awesome hitter in the course of two days, a
testament to her amazing athletic abilities. And Erin would be the first to
admit that Ally had more muscles than her and was possibly stronger. Could she
pick up wrestling as quickly and become the one who would give Erin some
competition? At this point Erin basically viewed the wrestling as a way to
straighten out bad attitudes and to get herself aroused. If she could have
some competition, could that make it even more arousing, even when the
competition was a woman?"

She went back to where Pete lay, still unconscious, picked him up and took him
upstairs to an empty room where she tucked him in bed. In spite of having
played volleyball all day, wrestled two guys into submission, and done enough
fucking to kill the average person, Erin still had lots of energy left. She
lit another joint and wandered back down to the exercise area. Erin loved to
work out when she was high. As she entered the exercise area, there stood
Ally, wearing only that pink thong, soaked in sweat, the dim lights playing
off her awesome body.

"I've been thinking about you. I was so disappointed when I came back down
here and you were gone."

"I'm back," a breathless Erin managed to whisper.