Mixed Doubles Pt. 3  
by Musclehead



The two magnificent specimens stood looking at each other, their breathing at
once deep, due to their extraordinary conditioning, and yet shallow due to
their levels of arousal. Finally, "Where's Ben?"

"Asleep, or should I say, unconscious. And Pete?"

"Same thing." They both giggled at the thought. "Did you and Ben wrestle?"

"How could we not? After watching your amazing display, we were both so turned
on that we went up to the upstairs area where there are also mats, ... ..I
can't believe you have two exercise rooms in one house."

Erin interrupted, "An embarrassment of riches."

"Anyway, you are so amazing. We were so turned on watching you ... ..Oh, God,
I hope that didn't sound wrong, Ben getting turned on by his own sister."

"No, it's alright. We both get aroused by how good each other is. We stopped
wrestling against each because we always got so worked up." Erin came over to
Ally, reaching out and touching her abs as she got close, causing Ally to
shudder. "So, you wrestled?"

"Like I said, after watching your easy handling of both guys, how could we
not? He called it wrestle-fucking."

"Oh, yeah. That's what he likes to call it. So, you wrestled and then you
fucked."

"We sure did."

"Did you win the wrestling?"

"I'm here, aren't I? And he's unconscious upstairs."

Erin burst out laughing. "Silly question. But he could have won the wrestling
and you won the fucking."

"I won both."

Erin continued to lightly trace her fingers along the indentations between the
round, full section of her abs. "Ben's a good wrestler. He beats everyone
except me. How'd you manage that if you never wrestled before?"

"I'm a quick study."

"Just like volleyball?"

"Just like volleyball. Plus, ... he said something when comparing his strength
to yours, that having the same strength in a smaller package really had its
advantages."

"Yeah ... ..?"

"Well I'm even smaller, and ... ... well, not smaller, I think we're the same
weight, give or take, , but more compact than you ... .."

"And ... ?"

"Well, I'm not only smaller than Ben, but I'm stronger. As far as being a
quick study goes, just like on the beach when a light-bulb went off and I
realized that I needed to use my jumping ability to hit well, when I was
watching you wrestle against both poor Fred, and then Pete, that when you got
them in a hold, it almost always involved twisting their bodies in directions
they didn't want to go, especially bending their backs backwards. Am I right?"

"Very good observation, Grasshopper?"

"What?"

"Oh, it was a TV show, back in the day, called "Kung Fu". When the guy was a
student learning kung fu as a young Buddhist priest trainee, the teacher
called him grasshopper. And he called the teacher master."

"Are you my teacher, Master?"

"Not intentionally, but you seem to be my student." As she spoke, Erin was
running her fingers along Ally's devils horns. At this point, although less
sure of herself Ally was beginning to return the favor.

"How many times did you make Ben come?"

"I don't know, I was so lost in my own sexual whirlwind, I lost count of my
own orgasms. But I know that when I discovered that he was unconscious, he was
still hard as a rock. Why? Does it matter?"

"Oh, yes. It's a gauge of how awesome you are as a sex goddess. Most guys can
only ejaculate once, maybe twice in a night, really fit guys like Ben, and
even Pete, a few more after some rest in between. But if you can make a guy
come multiple times, then you are truly as hot as they come."

"What about you and Pete?"

"I not only made him come multiple times, but, at the end, I made it happen
four times in less than five minutes. And the crowning achievement, even more
amazing than being unconscious but still hard, was that he actually came again
while he was was unconscious. All done with a pussy that's as well developed
as the rest of me."

"Is this some kind of sexual competition?"

"Life is competition."

"Am I going to get to try out my new found skill on my master?"

"Maybe. But right now you have an advantage?" As she spoke, Erin's fingers
were moving from tracing those devil's horns to running under the string of
Erin's pink thong.

"What advantage could I possibly have over you?"

"You have more clothes on than me." With a quick tug, Ally's advantage was
gone.

"I've never done anything like this before."

"Like what?"

"I've never made love to another girl before."

"I'm talking about wrestling. Do you want to wrestle me?"

"I do. But, I know I have no chance. You were beyond belief. I think you could
have taken Fred and Pete at the same time."

"Probably. But you just beat Ben. That's pretty awesome in my book. You never
wrestled before tonight. You also never knocked a guy onto his ass with a
spike before this afternoon after picking up a volleyball for the first time
only a couple of weeks ago. I think you're maybe a better natural athlete than
me, and I'm just about the best I know. I think you'll give me a run for my
money."

"I can only Hoppp ... ." Without warning Erin's arms had gone around Ally's
waist, clinched in on her lower back and with lightning speed and explosive
power, Erin had lifted Ally off the ground, twisted and slammed her onto her
back with Erin on top. Erin looked down, expecting to see her opponent gasping
for breath as always happened, with other opponents, with the exception of
Ben, who knew what to expect, and therefore could be prepared for the impact,
even though he couldn't stop her from slamming him.

But this wasn't just any opponent. Ally's extraordinary fitness level allowed
her to absorb the impact with not much effect. "I wasn't ready."

"You must always be ready, Grasshop ... " Ally pushed off with her legs, as
she torqued powerfully to the left, flipping them. But before she could take
advantage, Erin's speed once again allowed her to escape and Ally landed on
her stomach on the mat instead of on Erin. Before she could react, Erin had
crossed Ally's legs up by her butt, grabbed her chin and was pulling back as
she attempted to secure the opposite arm and yank that backwards also.

But even as she was pulling on that arm, Ally swung the other one back so hard
that Erin was knocked off. As she got up, Erin was already on her feet and
flying at Ally. But Ally was ready, catching Erin and this time it was her to
slam her teacher down. But once again, Erin's amazing speed allowed her to
escape getting crushed, but not escape the bearhug that Ally had her in.
Pausing for just a second, "You learn fast Grasshopper, and you are really
fuckin' strong. Stronger than me, and faster and stronger than Ben. I can see
how you beat him."

And so it went, the strong, faster and more experienced Erin against the
novice but frighteningly powerful Ally. Ally could never quite overpower Erin
because of her amazingly quick reactions, but every time Erin managed to get
Ally in a compromising position, Ally powered right out of it. Eventually they
found themselves in a sixty-nine position and fell into a half hour of girl
love. When they finally came up for air, Pete was sitting there watching.

The girls looked over at Pete and then talked quietly among themselves. "Erin,
I've learned so much from you in the last two days. Can you show me what you
did to Pete after Ben and I left?"

"I'd rather see my student in action. You got to watch me trounce Fred and
then destroy Pete, now I wanna watch you." She turned to Pete and spoke up.
"Pete. Will you do whatever I tell you to do?"

"Whatever you tell me."

"Okay. You're gonna wrestle Ally here, and I'm gonna watch." Ally looked
around and spotted her super tight white cutoff sweat shorts and wife beater,
quickly putting them back on as Erin helped Pete to his feet and then led him
out to the center of the mat.

Pete was a pretty well-built guy, fit and athletic, a good volleyball body,
not all skinny like Fred, but also not a guy who looked like he spent a lot of
time in the gym, just enough to be fit for volleyball. Ally, on the other
hand, although she was three inches and maybe twenty-five pounds lighter than
him, looking so much more formidable, actually giving the illusion of seeming
bigger. And at this moment, so pumped from playing ball all day, then
wrestle-fucking with Ben and then going at it with Erin, she looked absolutely
lethal. She also looked like the ultimate sex goddess. And her outfit only
served to emphasize her awesome physique, even more-so than her bikini.

As Ally stood there with her arms hanging at her sides like two slabs of meat,
getting even more turned on than she already was at the thought of what she
could do to this guy, Erin spoke quietly to Pete. "Just like in volleyball,
she's the quickest study I've ever seen, closing the skill gap easily, passing
Ben and almost catching up to me. Plus she's stronger than either me or Ben,
as impossible as that may seem."

Ally had one advantage over Erin, and that was that she had years of
gymnastics, and now she was mulling over in her mind how she could incorporate
those skills into her new-found wrestling abilities. She glanced down at
Pete's crotch as he prepared himself for the inevitable onslaught. "Pete, I
think I turn you on as much as Erin does."

"You do." As he spoke, he made a move for her legs. She could have done what
Erin did to Fred, but instead, as he went low, she put her hands on his back
and went into a handstand. With amazing balance, she kept herself up even as
Pete fell forwards onto his hands and knees. As he landed, Ally, still in her
handstand, hopped down, her hands landing on his ankles, still in a handstand.
Then she brought her legs out to a partial split and then down so that she was
standing, pulling Pete's legs out from under him as she stood so he came
crashing down face first.

Letting go, she threw her arms up and back the way gymnasts do at the end of a
routine, her shoulders thrown back and her breasts pointing towards the
ceiling, pushing the fabric of her top to its limits. As Erin clapped
enthusiastically, Pete got to his feet, feeling embarrassed and somewhat
clumsy and cloddish in contrast to Ally's graceful move. Just then Ben
wandered back into the room. "Shhhh," whispered Erin. "Sit down and watch the
show. This is going to be great."

Pete and Ally circled each other, Pete totally focused, realizing that he was
up against someone who, before this encounter was over would prove herself to
be every bit as formidable as Erin. Ally made the next move, going down on her
hands in between herself and Pete and handspringing in his direction, crashing
into the poor guy before he could react and landing gracefully on her feet
past him as he crumbled to the mat. Erin was starting to writhe with arousal
watching her new friend.

As Ally did her post routine pose once again, he bounced to his feet and
attacked her, grabbing her around her waist and knocking her onto her back
with him landing on top of her, his shoulder right in her solar plexus. It
should have knocked the wind out of her but it didn't. Nevertheless, he was
able to press his advantage, turning sideways to her across her magnificent
chest as he captured one of her arms between his legs and held the other
straight out against the mat with both of his arms.

Just then Pam, Erin and Ben's young sister wandered in with her boyfriend,
Frank, and they knelt down to watch, just in time to see Ally's next
unbelievable feat of strength.

Just when it seemed that Pete was going to successfully pin Ally, she brought
her legs up and then kipped up to a standing position, holding a startled Pete
across her chest. He was really vulnerable at this point. She could have done
a number of devastating moves, but she just threw him away from her several
feet as she once again went into her arms up, chest out routine ending pose as
he crashed to the mat. "Oh my God, Erin," whispered Pam, "she could probably
give you some major competition."

It was becoming obvious that Pete was going to do no better against Ally than
he had done with Erin. It was also obvious that he didn't care. He was as
aroused by Ally's superiority as she herself was. Ben and Erin were also
getting very worked up, as were Pam and Frank. Erin was staring at Ally, lower
jaw dropped as her hand absent-mindedly found its way to her pussy. Ben was
breathing so raggedly that it seemed he was going to have a moment any second
and Pam and Frank were fondling each other as they watched with baited breath,
waiting to see Ally's next feat.

So now the contrast between a very good, fit and reasonably strong athlete
against an unbelievable athlete, so conditioned and so frighteningly strong,
had a new dimension added to it. He seemed downright oafish and slow compared
to the latest physical abilties that she was unveiling to him and her
appreciative audience. Pete was on his hands and knees now, pretty amazing
considering the thumping he was taking. Ally came up behind him, straddling
him way up right under his armpits. She pushed down on the back of his head,
scooted forward and as his arms were forced upward, got him into a full nelson
with her legs.

Slowly, to emphasize the strength and control it took, she arched backward
until she was bent far enough back that she could grab his ankles down on the
mat, not a problem for someone of her flexibility, but it was tough on Pete.
This was the first time that she had used the technique that she had learned
observing Erin earlier, to bend or twist the opponent's body in a direction it
doesn't want to go. To make matters worse, Ally then went backwards into a
handstand. She was so strong that even Pete's struggles against this amazing
hold did nothing to interfere with the steadiness of her handstand. Then she
continued in the same direction till she was standing on her feet again,
Pete's poor body bent completely in half. His screams brought her out of her
zone and she let him go immediately.

Ben looked over at his sister with glazed eyes, watching as she came down from
her-self induced orgasm. "How did Ally do against you when you wrestled?"

"We basically tied, my speed and skills against her strength. But it seems she
hadn't thought to incorporate any of her gymnastics skills at that point.
She's taking this to a new level. I don't know how I'd do against some of
these moves coupled with her otherworldly strength." They looked back at the
action. Miraculously, Pete was showing an ability to take an awful lot of
punishment as he was gamely getting up yet again.

The two opponents once again faced off and once again Ally went into another
handspring, blasting off those powerful arms with explosive strength. But this
time Pete was ready, or so he thought. As he opened his arms, preparing to
fend her off, she wrapped her arms around his chest from her upside down
position and, with almost unbelievable power, flipped them both a hundred and
eighty degrees, slamming him onto the mat on his back. She immediately bounced
to her feet, jumped high and did a back layout flip, drawing her arms and legs
back in order to lead with her powerful torso for the most impact.

Her next move was even more unbelievable, executed just as Fred and Ginny
wandered back into the room, staring in wonder at this amazing woman. Ally
jumped and did another back flip and in mid-flip, hovering in the air, she
tucked inward, pulled her tight, sweat soaked shorts off as she descended and
then laid out again, landing on poor Pete with the same jarring impact as the
last flip. She scooted back and planted her dripping pussy on his face, then
reached down and tugged Pete's shorts off, sitting back up and staring at his
twitching monster as she began to grind his face with her tremendously
powerful pelvis.

For a second, through her sexual fog, she thought she might check to see if
she had killed him with her awesome human bombs, until she was reassured to
feel his tongue beginning to do its job. As Ally achieved her first meltdown,
Pete shot his load two feet into the air. Ally looked over at Erin with glazed
eyes and put up one finger, as she managed to say between gasps, "One, no
hands." Then she got off him, and with just one hand flipped him over onto his
stomach and pulled his face back into her crotch, this time face down.

Reaching down, she grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs back towards her,
arching his back. As Pete put his hands on the floor to take some of the
pressure off his neck, he dutifully kept licking. In seconds, Ally was
erupting again, as was Pete. Ally looked back at Erin once again, letting go
of one of his ankles, putting two fingers in the air and whispering, "Two, no
hands, no pussy muscles either."

The four physically gifted people, plus one woman enlightened enough and one
man, who had become enlightened enough the previous night to understand the
extraordinary events happening in front of them, all sat with their mouths
open, their breathing ragged, their crotches twitching as they watched this
sexual Olympian do her version of the decathlon. From her kneeling position,
Ally repositioned Pete again, and held him upside down, her magnificent
breasts against his chest, bending his legs back, wrapping his arms behind him
and around his legs, and then all held together by her powerful arms in a
sexual bear-hug. His legs were pulled back far enough that his cock was
sticking up in the air, making no contact with anything else.

Ally positioned his face so that his nose was plunged deeply into her pussy,
and his lips on her labia. Then she actually started to pulse her vagina
muscles around his nose as her swollen pussy lips squeezed his tongue. Seconds
later he was shooting into the air once again. Ally was so frenzied at this
point, that she squeezed him so hard that he passed out. Looking over at Erin,
she put up three fingers, holding Pete's entire bodyweight, deadweight at
that, with one arm. She whispered, "Three. Life is competition."

At this point it was obvious to Erin that Ally was trying to sexually-one up
her. Still holding Pete in this position, Ally pulled his legs even farther
down so his back was painfully arched, or would have been if he was conscious.
Ally then leaned back, arching her own back until the top of her head was
touching the mat and she was looking in the direction of the captive audience.
Once in this position, she didn't move a muscle, she just stared upside down
at Erin as Erin spontaneously started to convulse in a sexual trance.

Within a second or two all six people watching this extraordinarily one-sided
sexual wrestling match erupted, and Ally, newly aware of yet another level of
superiority, joined the group with her own latest meltdown. And the
unconscious, painfully twisted, cock in the air, Pete shot his load for the
fourth time in less than five minutes.

Mission accomplished, Ally pushed Pete off her and rolled backwards until she
stood up. She turned around to face the group, but especially Erin.

"Tie," Erin whispered through aroused gasps.

"Same number, but you did it with your pussy. I never touched his cock the
whole time. Four major orgasms by Pete here in less than five minutes with no
manual stimulation whatsoever, only total and complete physical and sexual
mastery. I think that makes me a goddess among goddesses." She stood, her
whole body pulsating with sexual power, allowing the groups to bask in her
awesomeness. "Now for the tie-breaker."

Ally went back to Pete, who was still out cold, but breathing deeply, his
proud member saluting Ally's complete sexual dominance. She crouched over his
head, facing his feet, but hovering, up on her knees, her pussy a foot away
from his face. Though unconscious, his nose was still sensing those
pheromones, his cock began to twitch.

Ally pulled her wife-beater over her head, chuckling at the fact that she had
been so out of control she hadn't realized until this moment her breasts had
been covered the whole time. Well, not really, the shirt was so soaked in
sweat that it clung to her like a second skin, and her nipples were so erect
they could cut glass. Her breasts were so firm, so gravity defying, so perfect
that it didn't matter if they were covered or not.

She leaned forward and ever so gently, so completely the opposite of her very
physical sexual trouncing of this guy, and she brushed those perfect breasts
against his member. He ejaculated immediately and with such intensity that it
was beyond the shadow of a doubt that a new sex goddess had indeed made her
mark.

As the audience started to cheer, Ally looked over at Erin. "This weekend has
completely changed my life. First, emancipating myself with Fred, then the
volleyball, and now, realizing that I am second to none in physical and sexual
power, I can never be the same person I was when I came to the beach two days
ago." She paused for a second. "I think I like the new me."