Julie Moves On, Pt. 2 by Musclehead Julie finally drifted off to sleep, her head on Rick's chest, the two cuddling more like lovers than two extraordinary warriors who had just battled, a wrestling match followed by a sexual marathon that would have left lesser beings half dead. In the morning, Rick led her upstairs to the apartment he lived in above the bar. It was very nice and spacious but modestly furnished for someone who had made a lot of money with his combination bar/MMA venue. He made coffee and breakfast, eggs and fruit, and they sat a read the newspaper, rather intimate and comfortable for two people who had just met each other. Then they had another sexual romp lasting more than three hours, Rick willingly letting Julie take the lead, as if he had any choice. They decided to meet at the beach later in the afternoon, Rick having some business to take care of, and Julie wanting to check in with Monica. As she walked back to the motel, dreamily wondering about the future possibilities with Rick, she started thinking about what her friend might be up to. Monica, wild Monica. Yes, in most people's minds, Julie would be considered pretty wild. After all, how many women spend their evenings beating the tar out of deserving men, and having three hour fuck sessions. And Monica had certainly been a role model for her when she started working out, but whereas Julie had that part of her that had stopped fucking Billy, as an example, for fear of hurting a nice guy who was not deserving of a thrashing, Monica had no such qualms. Still, when Julie entered the motel room, she was somewhat startled to find Monica sitting on some poor guys head, looking down at his reasonably fit body, and fucking his face with total reckless abandon. But not only that, there was another guy, half on the couch, half on the floor, unconscious and looking like he had had the tar beaten out of him, which he had. She watched, having to wait for almost ten minutes before Monica finally slowed down enough to notice Julie's presence. "Hey babe, how long have you been here?" "Long enough to wonder if the guy under your sweet pussy is still alive, ya know, if he can breathe." Monica looked down at his flaccid penis. She leaned forward and blew a small breath on it. Right away, his member was pointing at the ceiling. Then she reached out and as gently as she could, barely touched it. Instantly his bad boy started spewing huge amounts of his stuff into the air. His whole body was convulsing like crazy, and Monica quickly took advantage, riding his face to yet another furious orgasm. Her victim's body again went limp and Monica looked back at Julie. "Either he's still alive, or I'm the perfect embodiment of the girl in that Rolling Stone song, ya know, the one who can make a dead man come." Then Julie noticed some kind of tubing disappearing into, or rather, under Monica's pussy. "What's that?" Monica laughed and picked the one end up to show her friend. "My invention. Underneath me, it splits and the two parts go into his nostrils so that he can breathe. That way, I can go on for hours if I feel like it, and I usually feel like it." "Oh, you are so bad. Does he really get enough air?" "Yeah, but there's an added benefit. When he starts to come, it's not enough, and so his mouth starts to suck for air, and even more than the dutiful licking that's been going on, that sucking sensation is absolutely fabulous." "What about the guy on the couch?" "Oh, he's the guy that I met at the grocery store. Ya know, it was rather cool out last night, so I had a long sleeve shirt on and he couldn't see my muscles, but the coolness had my nipples erect, and he sure noticed that. Stupid asshole, he probably thought that he turned me on. But you know that I'm pretty much turned on 24/7. Anyway, when we got back here and I changed into a tanktop and shorts, and when he saw my muscles, he called me a freak." "And?" "I showed him what being a freak was really all about. When he wakes up I'll show you this position that I got him in that was as totally painful for him as it was incredible for me, and you know that's the only thing that counts." "Did you fuck him and crush his dick like you did my step-brother Marty?" "God no, no asshole who doesn't appreciate my beautiful body is going get his dick inside of me. That would be that other guy." "What other guy?" "That one." She gestured towards the other side of the bed where Julie couldn't see, as a hand came up to the mattress, and a disheveled guy, good looking, with a great athletic body and a huge cock slowly helped himself to his feet, using the bed to steady himself. Monica looked over at her friend with a big smile on her face. "But I didn't crush his dick. Look at him, Julie. Pretty nice specimen. He's only eighteen, and he's just about your size, was a state wrestling champ. But he was no match for me, and after we were done, he told me that I was the most awesome woman he had ever met. He was totally cool, so he got rewarded. His name is Timmy. Cute, huh?" "But he looks like you put him through the ringer as much as that guy on the couch." "Yeah, I did, but in a different way. After he passed out from my sexual tornado, I still wanted more, so I went out and found this guy." She gestured to the guy underneath her. "When I got back, both of the first two were still out cold. Men. Even well trained ones like this young buck over here, can't keep up with modern women like us." The young man finally found his voice. "Monica, I think I'm rested now. Can we do it some more? Please? You're the best ever." "Thanks, but I'm real happy right now sitting on my facial throne right here. Meet my friend Julie. If you think I'm awesome, wait until you see her. She's built like me except much bigger, and she's got the most awesome tits in the world." She turned to Julie. "I can tell by your demeanor that you met someone last night. Maybe someone who can almost keep up with you but is cool also. The type of guy you've been looking for." So quiet that she almost couldn't be heard, Julie breathed out a dreamy reply, "Yeah." "Well that shouldn't stop you from enjoying this young stud over here. Why don't you show him what you've got?" Obediently, Julie pulled her dress and her baby-doll shirt over her head and stood there with just her panties on, her amazing breasts sticking straight out, pointing, beckoning the young man, who immediately ejaculated all over the bed, even though his hands were at his sides. He stood there, his knees almost buckling, and as Julie folded her dress and shirt and then turned to put them on the dresser and he caught a glimpse of her powerful v-shaped back and muscular ass, the panties, even though they weren't a thong, getting sucked in between those round cheek muscles. He suddenly came again. Monica laughed out loud. "That's like ten times Julie. I love these young guys." Julie slowly walked over to Timmy. She backed him up against the wall and he crouched a little so she could start to rub her tits on his face. His moans became louder and louder as she moved her feet back a little and spread her legs for leverage, taking his hands and pinning the to the wall on either side of his head. She leaned into him, harder and harder until he started struggling for breath. Soon he was coming in gobs once again. True to her goddess stature, Julie had made this young guy come three times in less than ten minutes with absolutely no manual stimulation whatsoever. She backed away a little, still holding his arms against the wall as he sucked in some needed breathe. "How about that, you are quite the stud. With no touching. Now how about some touching." And touch she did, but not what he expected. Julie transferred her hands to his armpits and lifted him up, his back still against the wall. When his huge member was at breast level, she wedged it between those two awesome puppies, tits so firm that they rivaled the hardness of his dick. He came so hard that he passed out again. She set him down in a chair and turned to Monica. "Jeese, sister, are you ever going to give that guy a break? Was he a jerk, too?" "No, not at all," she managed between grunts and groans. "But he's very good with his tongue and he's become pretty adept at breathing through my little invention here. So, I guess he deserves some more pleasure, don't you think?" She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, before sitting back up, her arms wrapped around his waist. If his legs were a sexual barometer, he was about to face an incoming violent storm. They were flailing about like crazy when suddenly they stiffened for fifteen or twenty seconds before his entire body went limp once again. "Oh, my, I've knocked another guy out. Was it my pussy or my awesome oral skills? Does it matter? He didn't knock me out with his mouth, and we've been in this position for several hours. And the first time I give him a little oral gratification, he's out cold." Monica got up off the poor guy, glancing over at Julie as both of the other guys were starting to stir, muscular Timmy with that huge cock and the jerk on the couch. "Even Timmy here, who's super-fit, for a guy, anyway, has been rendered unconscious here more than once." Timmy's erection had not waned at all during his time in lala land. "Juie, don't you want to fuck him. That big cock really felt great when I had it inside of me before. Go on, I don't mind sharing my young stud." "No, I don't know." "What? What happened with this guy last night? He must have been pretty great." "He was. I'll tell you more later. But we wrestled and not only did he almost keep up with me, but he's the first guy that I couldn't pin. Then we had fantastic sex. Of course, there, I wore him out with the sex, but he kept up for a few hours, better than most. And he loves strong women. He's got a great attitude, he's smart and he's pretty well off financially." "Great. Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to have another go around with Timmy here." "He's your find." "And a pretty good one at that. Why don't you have some fun with dickhead over there." The jerk who had called Monica a freak was on his feet now, but still rather unsteady. Julie walked over to the guy and stood in front of him with her hands, or rather, her fists, on her hips. Monica had the distinct feeling that she, and Timmy, were in for a show. She went over to where he was still sitting on the chair thou now fully awake. "Stay where you are, Timmy." She turned around and mounted him, facing away from him and sitting on his lap then looking back to where Julie and jerk-face stood, face to face, toe to toe. She squealed with delight as his monster slowly disappeared as she sat down. Then she reached back and took his hands, guiding them to her waiting breasts. The asshole who had insulted Monica hours ago was about the same size as Julie, maybe a little taller, but the contrast between the man and the woman standing in front of him was startling. Whereas he was fairly fit, somewhat above average, she was the embodiment of not only female sexuality, but also extraordinarily well-trained and powerful looking. In a word, lethal. Monica leaned back and whispered in Timmy's ear, "This is gonna be good. You think I'm amazingly strong? Pound for pound, she's my equal and when you think about how much bigger she is than me, well, her strength is truly frightening. On his best day and her worst, he couldn't stop her from doing anything she wants to him. She'll run through him like shit through a goose." "What?" "That's an old saying. My dad said that the first time he saw me whoop my older brother. Now, tell me, how does this feel." She started to clench and release her powerful pussy muscles. "Oh my god, that's incredible." "Remember this, lover boy, I can crush a cucumber with my pussy, so use your battle-axe there to make me see stars, or you're the one who will be seeing them. Now let's watch while we're doing it. I guarantee it'll be quite a turn-on to see my friend in action. Fuck-head had finally cleared the cobwebs out and was staring at Julie, not believing his eyes. "So, you thought my friend was a freak. What do you think of me?" "What is it with you women? Why do you want to get muscles like a man? "If you think I look like a man, then why is your dick pointing at me like that? If I look like a man, then you must me gay." He suddenly punched her in her hard stomach as hard as he could. She didn't even respond. Instead, she looked over her shoulder towards the middle of the room, noticing the coffee table several feet behind her. She turned back just in time to see his fist coming at her face. Her fighting skills were certainly honed well enough that she could have easily dodged it, but she turned just enough to avoid it hitting her nose, letting him catch her full force on her cheek. As he stared in disbelief, a voice came from across the room, "Wow, you are one tough babe." Julie smiled at the guy, and then turned around and went over to move the coffee table out of the way. Just as she finished, he jumped on her back, wrapping his arms around her neck and his legs around her powerful torso. She stood up, smiled at Monica and Timmy and then she grabbed Dick-wad's ankle's (we'll just call him Dick from now on) and straightened her arms out in front of her, immediately breaking that hold. She continued to push forward, smiling at her audience the whole time. And soon a yelp of pain escaped from Dick's lips as his torso was being painfully crushed against her back while his legs felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets. As his moans of pain got louder, she suddenly jumped and threw herself back, slamming Dick onto his back on the floor with her on top. He was so stunned that his arms remained around her neck. Still maintaining her hold on his ankles, Julie brought her legs up and back and then kipped up to her feet with Dick still clinging to her back, an almost impossible feat but not for Julie. She immediately jumped again, higher than the first time, and repeated the maneuver. Dick was gasping for breath as Julie let go of his ankles and got to her feet. She came over to Monica and planted a big wet kiss on her lips before turning back to the still convulsing Dick, lying down on top of him, facing his feet, and planting her pussy on his face. She looked over at Monica and Timmy. "Now that I've met a guy I really like, I'm not going to fuck any other guy for the time being, but I don't mind fucking a few faces." She wrapped her upper thighs around his head, shoving his face deeply into her pussy, then tightened enough to hold it in place. She didn't squeeze too hard, knowing that she could kill him if she did. Her legs were so thick with muscle that only the top of his head showed from the back. Grabbing his legs for leverage, Julie began furiously going up and down on the poor guy, his head rising with her powerful pelvis and then slamming back down onto the floor. Soon the sensations in her crotch were so intense that in an out of control moment, she flipped them over so that now she was on her back and he was on top of her. That didn't make his ordeal any less painful, nor her clitoral gratification any less wonderful. Eventually her waves of pleasure died down, luckily for him because in addition to not even knowing that she had flipped over, she was also unaware that she was forcing his legs out to the sides with her arms, and was close to snapping his body like a wishbone. "How did he get on top of me?" Julie asked as she tossed him off of her as if he was about as heavy as a pillow. "Can't ttttalk rrightt now." Monica and Timmy were having their own intense moment and luckily for Timmy, he was getting to be in on the fun. Julie got to her feet and walked around the crumpled up body of Dick, marveling in her ability to destroy almost anyone that might show disrespect for her or any woman. Wallowing in her power, she stuck her finger in her pussy and brought herself off once again as she waited to see if he had enough left for her to put one more finishing, punishing hold on this jerk. She wanted him conscious. He was lying on his stomach and he finally got to his knees. "Good," she thought. She crouched down right behind him between his legs with his body to her right, facing away. Wrapping her left arm under his thighs and her right under his waist, she stood, his crotch planted on her muscular right hip. Julie re-grasped her right arm up and around his upper chest, capturing his entire torso and his arms, forcing them up as she began to pull in and forward in front of her body. At the same time she began pulling her left arm forward. Soon she had him pulled in far enough. Now for the "coup de gras". She had his body pulled in so far that she was able to reach with her right hand across her front until she was able to grasp his farther back leg, and effectively capturing them both, pulling them forward even more and towards that folded body. She let go with her left hand. Turning around and facing the copulating couple, who had just finished their fourth simultaneous explosion. Julie waited for them to stop, something they were having a hard time doing, so overcome, so turned on by the visage in front of them. Here was a hundred and seventy pound muscle woman with an equal sized man and she was holding him on her hip and folding him in half, very much the wrong way, with one arm, one arm that was stronger than his entire body. He was whimpering now, in so much pain that that was all he could do. Julie began whispering in his ear, "You call us freaks, and I guess we are, but not in a bad way. We so superior to you that we are freaks, but that's not how you meant it, is it? I know you're turned on by me than you ever have been before. So now I'm going to show you another kind of power that I have over you. When I tell you what I'm going to do to you, your dick will betray you like it never has." "Here goes. You can't help but be totally overwhelmed by my raw sexuality and by my physical strength. Why just imagine. I could pull inward with my arm towards my body and I'm so much stronger than you that I could break your back with just that one arm. And I just might do that." Suddenly Dick's dick started to erupt and his whole body shook. He came for nearly half a minute and then his body went limp. She dropped him on the floor in an unconscious heap. In the meantime, Monica had wrapped her legs around Timmy's and then instructed him to wrap his ankles around the chair-legs. She then reached back and grabbed ahold of the chair seat. Soon they were fucking so hard that the chair was bouncing up and down off the floor. Julie came over and stood in front of them, her entire body pulsing with power and sexual sensation. Monica leaned forward and began licking Julie's pussy, her labia swollen and puffy from overstimulation. Julie leaned in, her eyes closed, and planted her awesome breasts in Timmy's face and as he began licking and gently biting her nipples, she reached down and grabbed the sides of the chair, then straightened up holding them both off the floor as they served her. They were so overcome by the power it took to hold them like that, that as Julie erupted, Monica's well trained pussy started spasming like crazy, bringing Timmy to an earth shattering moment right along with these two otherworldly women, these two muscle-freaks. As they slowly wound down from a most extraordinary sexual event, Monica was the first to speak. "Julie, you can put us down now." Opening her eyes and suddenly realizing that what she had just done was almost beyond belief, she fell to the floor, her whole body writhing with an immeasurable pleasure, what can only be described as a full body, top of her head to the tips of her toe, orgasm. Monica lifted herself off of Timmy with a loud pop, due to his size, due to her tightness. "Timmy, I think you should get down there and get a taste of that. Ingesting her juices might make you stronger, like drinking the blood of a lion." A little while later, as Timmy lay on the floor in a daze, Julie having unconsciously clamped her legs around his head as he dove in. She was lying next to him, quite still except for her deep breathing, basking in the afterglow. Finally, she opened her eyes. She looked around the room. "Where are the other two guys?" "Well, the guy on the bed. I told him if he ever wanted to see me again, he should give me his cell phone number." She laughed out loud. "He couldn't write it down fast enough. He was begging me to let him stay longer. But, I sent him on his way. Like I said, very talented tongue and good attitude." "What about the other guy? Did you have to call an ambulance?" "No, he was surprisingly unhurt. But he'll be sore for weeks from what you did to him. I think he learned his lesson." "And Timmy here?" "He's going to be my boy toy for the rest of the weekend. He's down here at the beach with a bunch of other kids who just graduated from high school. Can you imagine how his friends are going to react when they see him stroll onto the beach with me at his side? They'll go nuts." "And me tagging along, pretending I'm looking for some young talent? Let's go. I think I'll wear that jungle woman swim suit." "There's almost nothing to that suit. That'll get you arrested." "Can you see some fat cop on one of those four wheelers trying to arrest me? I don't think so. Come on, I'll tell you more about Rick on the way." Monica turned to Timmy, who was finally somewhat lucid. "Hey Timmy, ya wanna show me off to your friends today?" He couldn't say anything, his jaw was hanging down too far. "Come on, let's head to the water. Get rid of your boner first. God, that thing has been up for seven or eight hours now. By the way, have you ever seen a five foot tall woman spike a volleyball straight down, with power, on the men's eight foot net?" Her last comment didn't do a lot to get rid of that boner.