Julie Moves on, Pt. 4: 
By Musclehead
Monica Wows 'Em. 


Evening couldn't come fast enough for Monica after Julie told her of her idea.
"Julie, that' so devious. You're acting more like me every day. God, I'm so
fucking excited now. What am I gonna do in the mean time?"

"Why don't you get some rest? Jeeze, you've been going full speed for how many
hours now. I don't think even I can keep up with you."

"You can't. You're right Julie, as incredible as you are, and you are
incredible, well, there is just no one who can keep up with me."

"Have you been sandbagging me about all the things you're capable of?"

"Not exactly. Girl, you do outweigh me by forty pounds and overall you are
stronger than me, but just barely. And I've only begun to show you what I can
do."

"Well, I just saw what I'd bet was some of the most awesome jumping ability in
the world. And I thought black people, at least certain body types, like
Michael Jordan or Spud Webb, were the best jumpers."

"Maybe those long legs and high glutes help, but my training since I was four
in gymnastics and since ten in fighting, plus a million squats and jump squats
has made me the best."

"And that was after 10 hours of wild sex and that long run on deep sand with
no sleep. Can you do even better if you're fully rested?"

"It doesn't matter. I always perform at the highest level no matter what. "

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Like Warren Zevon said, I'll sleep when I'm dead." She laughed. "Well he is
dead because he didn't take care of himself. I do."

"Well, I take care of myself too, but I need some occasional rest."

"I've had twenty-five years of training, you've had four. Give yourself a
break. A lot of times I don't sleep 'cause I can't, that how high my energy
levels are."

"What do you do then?"

"Well, I have a special yoga masturbation technique that allows me to have a
two hour non-stop orgasm. That tires me out enough to allow me to sleep. But
sometimes I can't get it to stop. You know, the orgasm. One time, I had one
last almost four hours. It was probably my most intense workout ever. I slept
well that night, that's for sure."

"Oh, master, teach me that technique, please. You've taught me everything
else."

Just then Rick came up, having been off going over some of the stuff about the
club rules with Nick while the girls chatted. "What are you babes talking
about?"

"Monica's uncontrollable energy. She needs something to occupy her time until
this evening."

"What did you have in mind?"

"A little threesome. Let's go."

"I could barely keep up with you, Julie. Two of you? You'll kill me."

"Rick, no one has ever come close to staying with me in the last two years.
You were awesome last night, and I'd like to share you with my friend here,
but I don't want to give you to her completely. If she proved to be even
better than me, I could lose you. And she is better than me in a lot of
things."

"Don't I get any say in this?"

"No." The girls grabbed Rick and started to head back to the motel room.

"Hey, Monica," came a voice from behind them. "What about me?" called Timmy.

"Later, Baby, later. Save some energy for me, you'll need it. Keep an eye on
our cooler."

It was late afternoon. Rick had done well with these two sexual whirlwinds.
Now, he was revealing another talent, his cock remaining hard as a rock even
though he was completely unconscious. And Monica was taking full advantage,
riding that big boy with total reckless abandon, shaking the entire room as
the bed bounced around from her powerful non-stop pounding.

And Julie? She was writhing on the floor like she had been hit with a taser,
in the throes of her first yoga induced two hour orgasm. Back on the beach,
Timmy was guarding the girl's cooler as if his life depended on it, which it
did, while daydreaming about what might happen with Monica later that night.
Nick was busy telling all his friends how he was going to get to fuck Julie
after he won the contest later that night.

One of the girls teasingly suggested that he better hope that Julie wasn't the
one he'd have to fight. "She's strong enough to take on two guys, it seems to
me."

Finally, the evening had arrived. Nick had proven himself to be a pretty good
fighter, his biggest asset being his size, at six-three and two-hundred and
twenty pounds, and the length of his arms, which allowed him to stay pretty
much away from his opponent's hits while landing his own. Just when he thought
he had won the entire contest, his mind swimming from the prospect of fucking
the incredibly hot Julie, who was sitting right up front near the cage,
pretending to be swooning. She had watched through three matches what to most
members of the audience were some good fighting skills, but were to her rather
mediocre.

Then Rick went and told Nick that before the prize was fully his, anyone from
the audience who wanted to, could challenge him. "Bring it on, man." A squeaky
voice rang out from the back of the room and then Monica sauntered up to the
ring, bounced up to the apron, and then in two quick grabs of the cage
fencing, was up and over the top and into the ring.

She had decided to dress for the best impact, very short, very tight cutoffs,
cut really high in the back, revealing most of her round, rock hard glutes,
and rolled down so far on top that every bit of her awesomely developed core
was visible for all to see. If the shorts were another inch lower, they would
have exposed her sweet pussy. Her thong straps clung to her powerful hips well
above the top of the shorts, accentuating the perfection and power of her
awesomely trained torso. A pink ribbed wife-beater, tied up under her great
tits and a pink choker around her neck served to emphasizes that as lethal as
her body looked, it was all female. And let's not forget the above the knee
pink kneesocks, highlighting her muscular thighs.

Her pink gloves completed the picture. Quite a few people had been in the
audience the previous night to see Julie, assuming they had seen it all, and
now here was another female fighting machine, much smaller, and oh-so-hot,
ready and eager to mix it up with a much bigger man with more fighting skills
than the one that Julie had destroyed. And she was clearly not one bit scared.
In fact, looking into her eyes as she stared at Nick, completely un-nerved
him. He looked away first as Monica burst out laughing.

Might as well start taunting right. "Ready to get your ass kicked, big boy?"

Trying to act brave, Nick retorted, "I don't mind beating up a girl when she's
as much of a bitch as you."

"Good move, Nick," thought Julie watching with breathless anticipation. "Good
move."

Rick signaled for the fight to start and the two met in the middle of the
ring, Nick immediately going on the offensive. His problem was, he could land
nothing. "Come on, Nicky, that miss was as pathetic as your attempted blocks
on the beach." Each taunt made him swing more wildly. "That swing was as far
away from me as my hits were from you and your partner."

Soon she dropped her arms to her sides. "You are so fucking slow I don't even
need to protect myself." He could still land nothing as she bobbed, weaved,
jumped back or to the side, even sticking her chin out like a target. "Wow,
you can't even touch me." Soon, Nick was starting to get fatigued from all the
wild swinging. "And your conditioning is not that great either." When his arms
dropped a little, she struck, boy did she strike. Monica landed hits and kicks
so fast that no one could keep count of how many times she hit him.

As totally unsuccessful as Nick had been at landing even one blow, every one
of Monica's swings and kicks landed, and right where she intended, and with a
lot of power. Soon she was driving him backwards with the force of her
assault. As a completely overwhelmed Nick's arms dropped completely to his
sides, she jumped high, like one of her volleyball jumps, except forward at
the same time, leading with her short, muscular legs. She wrapped them around
his neck and then she threw herself backwards and down, flipping Nick over top
of her.

He landed flat on his back with the tiny warrior sitting on his chest. A quick
chop to his face and then she was on her feet, parading around the ring,
waving her arms in the air as the audience went nuts. She looked down at
Julie, her friend's face revealing how turned on she was watching her mentor
in action. It was unbelievable what this woman was capable of, all the sex,
running, volleyball, more fucking over the last twelve ours and then easily
beating the shit out of someone that was almost a hundred pounds heavier than
her.

Nick was slowly getting to his feet, snarling with anger and flush with
embarrassment. He ran at her in a rage as she calmly turned towards him. Just
as he reached her, with her trademark lightning speed, as grabbed his wrist,
twisted and whipped him into the cage netting, face first. As he bounced off,
stumbling, she came in behind him, grabbed one armpit and one leg, and simply
threw him up into the air above and behind her head.

Squirming in her chair at ringside, Julie had an instant meltdown, wondering
if even she, with her formidable strength could do what she had just seen her
little friend do. Rick knew that he couldn't do something like that. He was
trying to control his boner since he was up in the ring refereeing, sure that
at least people in the front rows might notice. Not that it mattered since
everyone in the audience was having similar reactions, all fight fans, all
knowing how incredible her last move was.

Before Nick had even landed on his back with a loud thud, Monica was airborne
once again, another spectacular leap, doing a back layout and crashing down on
Nick's torso, a hundred and thirty pound human bomb, as dense with muscle as
was almost humanly possible.

Nick was almost completely out of it, but amazingly not really hurt. Monica
grabbed him by an arm and dragged him to his feet, pulling him over to the
cage and leaning him against it, his back against the steel mesh. Even though
he was in a daze, he remained standing, leaning as she backed up to the other
side of the ring. She ran at him, leaping up and towards him when she was
about eight feet away, pulling her arms and legs back and leading with her
hard torso, slamming her awesome mid-section into his face with almost as much
force as she had moments ago when he was lying on his back and she was coming
down from above.

Moving away from him to examine the impact of her move, Monica watched as he
slowly began sinking toward the mat. But she wasn't done yet. She stood him
back up and he started sinking again, so she stood him back up, lifted his
arms up and out, curling his fingers, one hand at a time, into the wiring of
the cage. Amazingly he held on as she backed away yet again. This time when
she ran at him, as she leaped, she twisted and crashed into him, those perfect
hard glutes slamming him, once again, right in his face.

As she landed on her feet he was slumped, his knees bent and her round cheeks
were right at the level of his crotch. She backed into him and started
wiggling that perfect ass back and forth. In spite of being barely conscious,
he came long and hard.

It was over. As she moved away from him, his hands came loose from the netting
and he fell face first to the floor. Monica went over and stood on his back as
the crowd screamed and yelled for nearly ten minutes. All of Nick's classmates
in the audience, especially the girls, were overjoyed that the class bully had
been so utterly and convincingly put in his place by this small but amazing
woman. Rick went over to check on Nick's condition. As he got close, Monica
could see the stain in his pants. "I see you liked my little exhibition here,
Rick."

He was not at all embarrassed that he found her so exciting. But right now, it
was his job to see if Nick needed an ambulance. As his guys cleared out the
bar for the second night in a row, Rick was surprised to find that there was
no real damage. Sure he was completely out of it, and he had bruises all over
his body, even some criss-crossed ones from being slammed into the cage, but
he had no broken bones and no concussion.

He rolled him over onto his back and Monica could see that Nick was sporting
wood as well, and what wood it was. "He's okay, Rick. It seems I have the same
effect on all guys, even when I'm re-arranging their outlook on life. Why
don't you go see how Julie's doing while I tend to big boy here." As Rick
climbed out of the ring and went over to the still swooning Julie, Monica
looked over to her left. There, right outside the cage, was Timmy, not saying
anything, but with that pleading, puppy-dog look in his eyes.

"Go back to the motel room and wait for me. I'll be along when I feel like it,
Timmy. Get some rest. When I get back, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never
been fucked in your young life, and never will again if you live to be a
hundred."

After everyone was gone, Rick and Julie beat a hasty retreat up to his
apartment, leaving Monica and Nick alone, still in the cage. She removed her
shorts, but left her thong on and stripped his shorts off, confirming what she
already suspected. This big guy's cock might go halfway up into her torso if
she impaled herself fully onto it. But right now, it was time for some facial
humiliation.

Facing his body and showing flexibility that was as amazing as everything else
about her, Monica slowly lowered herself down, her legs going straight out to
the sides in a French split as she planted her fabric cover pussy on his mouth
and her beautiful firm cheeks on his nose. "Nick, if you know what's good for
you, you'll move my thong to the side with your teeth and then start licking
and keep going until I tell you that you can stop."

As she pulled her wife-beater over her head and began messaging her breasts,
watch his huge cock twitch, she thought to herself, "Damn, I wish I had
remembered to bring that breathing device I invented."