Pam's Football prowess
by Musclehead



On Monday, as Pam was in the girl's locker room putting on her practice
uniform. She had on her pants, but on top she was still wearing just her
sports bra. There was a knock at the door. Not being real modest, Pam just
told the person to come in. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't
dressed." It was Coach Ditmer.

"It's okay, Coach, besides, I know why you're here. I assume you saw the
pictures. I was wearing a lot less in those pics. Am I off the team?"

"No, why would you say that?"

"I put two of your players off the team for the rest of the season."

"I can't believe you started it. Did you?"

"No, they attacked me. They were pissed off that I took their starting
positions on the team."

"That's what I thought. No, there will be no punishment. I've known for a
while about their macho pigheadedness. Maybe you gave them an "attitude
adjustment", one could hope. Anyway, if you hadn't put them off the team for
the season with their back injuries, I would have thrown them off for
attacking you. Those black eyes and that broken nose look painful. Are you
doing alright?"

The coach looked over at Pam, her eyes were filled with tears. "What's wrong,
dear, you did nothing wrong. Is it the nose?" Pam began crying and buried her
head in the coach's shoulder. Instinctively, he put his arms around her in a
fatherly way, (even though he wasn't old enough to be her father) and let her
cry for several minutes.

When she finally calmed down and she could finally talk, "Well, I didn't want
to hurt them as badly as I did, I got carried away. But, it's just that I
don't want to have to go through life re-adjusting the attitudes of every
asshole out there. Plus, even though my friends Tamara and Jill are great
athletes and stronger than their boyfriends, their guys are really cool with
that. I haven't met anyone like that yet. I get lonely sometimes."

Coach stayed and talked with her for several more minutes until she was
feeling better. I'll see you on the field, unless you want to skip practice
today. We wouldn't want you to take one in the face."

"No, it's okay. I'll be there." As the coach was walking out, Pam couldn't
help but notice, as it was another warm September day and he was wearing
shorts and a t-shirt. He was really well built, she thought, more like a male
gymnast than a football player.

Just as he got to the door, Coach Ditmer turned around with a quizzical look
on his face. "Did you say Tamara?" Pam nodded in the affirmative . "Isn't
Tommy Miller her boyfriend? I saw them walking in the hall hand in hand a
little while ago. He's a state champion wrestler. And you're saying she's
stronger than him?"

"I trained her and Jill all summer. She is stronger than Tommy. She's stronger
than Ted, and little Jill can bench 210 lbs. at a bodyweight of 125."

"Amazing," said the coach as he left. Pam sat for a moment, thinking out loud,
"I wish you were a guy my age. You're beautiful and with a great attitude. If
you weren't my coach, instead of going to practice, I'd be fucking your brains
out right here in the girl's locker room."

Pam participated in practice with renewed motivation and vigor. Working on
defense, some of her hits were so hard, a couple of the players complained to
the coach (in private of course) that she was hurting them. After practice,
the coach pulled her aside. "Pam, I gotta tell you, some of your tackles
remind me of Ronnie Lott or Mike Singletary. Do you know who they are?

"I've heard the names. Isn't the Singletary guy a coach or something?"

"Yeah, I think so, but when he played linebacker for the Chicago Bears, he was
known for being the most intense player, and Ronnie Lott, a free safety for
the 49ers, even though he wasn't very big, was considered the hardest hitter
ever. Pam, we all accept that you're the best player on the team, but it's
like you're on some kind of mission. You're hurting people with some of your
hits. These are your teammates."

"I'm sorry coach. Like I told you before, I got a lot on my mind and I guess
I've been channeling it."

"Can you hold back, at least a little during practice. Save your big plays for
the games and the weight room."

"I'll try."

"By the way, you must have some kind of secret. Let me ask you a question, you
don't have to answer if you don't want to." Pam looked at him quizzically,
what could he possibly be asking? "I don't want to offend here, but, do you do
steroids?"

"No."

"Do some of the guys?

"I think so, but I wouldn't really want to say. I don't have any proof, other
than the occasional zits all over the shoulders."

"Well, that's what I mean, you must have some kind of secret. You took a
female hurdler and in the space of a summer, made her stronger than her state
champ boyfriend. And even more amazing you took a tiny little long distance
runner and made her stronger than half the guys on my team. And you're way
stronger than those guys that are probably on the juice."

"Coach, not meaning to sound arrogant, I think has a lot of it has to do with
genetics. But also, those guys eat a lot of junk food. But, bottom line, they
don't work out right."

"Do you think you could make them stronger?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure they would resist."

"I don't think so. First of all, we've gotten rid of the bad apples. And
there's no denying what you can do in both the weight room and on the field. I
think most of the guys would give their eye teeth to be as strong as you. And
I'll be there to back you up all the way."

"Well, okay, but I'm not going to hold their hands. I'll tell them about good
nutrition, but I can't stop them from going to a fast food restaurant or from
grabbing a dozen doughnuts on their way to school. But I'll show them what
I've learned."

"Can you give me a head start."

"Do you want me to tell you, or show you, or both. I'm getting ready to go
work out now."

"You can't right now. The basketball team is doing some pre-season training.
Coach Smith asked to use the weight room."

"Well, I was going to work out at home. My gym's better than the one at school
if you can believe that. Here's the address."

"I don't know about that. That would be improper."

"Oh, don't worry about that, my Step-Dad's home. Here's the address. I'll meet
you there in half an hour."

When Coach Ditmer arrived, Pam introduced him to her stepdad, then they went
down to the basement. She started telling him about her workout methods. "It's
kind of like what I told Ted last week. You don't just stop when you've
reached an arbitrary number. I found this book, by a guy named Ellington
Darden, who's got a PHD in exercise physiology, so I figure he knows what he's
talking about. The book is called "High Intensity Bodybuilding"."

"Everything about you is high intensity, isn't it?"

Pam blushed. "Yeah, I guess it is. Anyway, you work complimentary body parts
at the same time. Today is back and biceps for me. Does that work for you?"

"Matter of fact, it does."

"Okay, here's the idea. You do a maximum of 5 or 6 sets total. Each exercise
is a different way of targeting the same muscle. Each exercise is done to
absolute failure. Then rest only enough for your partner to do his or her set,
then it's on to the next. The whole workout should take 15-20 minutes. Not
including your abs." Pam went over to a chair and stripped off her sweats. She
was wearing her tightest running shorts and a tight tank top that left part of
her midriff exposed. She turned around to come back and start.

"Oh, God," thought Coach Ditmer, "I don't know if I can handle this." But then
he thought further that if he asked her to cover up, that would indicate that
he noticed that she wasn't covered up. And besides, he had seen those
pictures. She was less covered in those. So he decided not to say anything.
Besides, her stepdad was upstairs. This is just probably what she wore all the
time to work out. But, God, he thought to himself, she is incredible. Okay,
just be cool.

"Let's do abs first. I've got that inversion machine for upside down crunches
and those strap thingies that you hang from with your upper arms, and do
twisting, crunching leg raises." I'd like to start on the straps and you do
the inversion machine if that's okay."

"Fine," said the coach. He got in the machine and punched out about 50. He
stopped to catch his breath. While hanging upside down he noticed that Pam was
just as hot upside down. He watched as she cranked out at least 100 twisting
crunches, bringing her legs up so high, her knees were touching her nose. They
both got down at the same time to switch. Coach was the first to speak. "You
are a machine Pam."

"Thanks. I just think it's this program. I've been doing it for about a year
now. You're pretty impressive yourself. I don't know anyone else beside me who
can do what you just did. I'm very impressed. Obviously you work out
regularly. What were your sports?

"Well, I played football, safety, and I did gymnastics."

"I knew it. You have a gymnast's body. Okay, let's switch apparatus.

Coach thought to himself, "She's checking out my body?"

Pam quickly got on the inversion machine. "Coach, before you get on the
straps, could you hand me a 45 lb. weight?" He gave her the weight and then
went one to where the straps hung from the bar. And started to do his
crunches. But he had to stop. First, he was cramping a little, but he just had
to watch as Pam did around fifty upside down twisting crunches with a 45 lb.
weight behind her head. He decided not to say anything, but to just play it
cool. But he was thinking that this young woman was borderline unbelievable.

"Okay, ab work done, ready to start the main workout?

"Yeah, sure. Lead the way."

"Okay. Remember this is really intense. Here's what we'll do, 6 exercises.
Start with alternate dumbbell curls, remember, to failure. Then immediately,
we'll go to preacher curls with the wiggly bar. Then we'll do a set of hammer
curls. Followed by dumbbell rows, then lat pulldowns and finish off with
chin-ups. Doing the chin-ups last is a real killer. How much do you weigh?

"That's kinda personal," Coach joked.

"I'm just trying to gauge how much weight you should use, remember, this is
different from the kind of workouts you're used to. How much do you weigh?"

"One eighty."

"I weighed 174 this morning."

"Good God," he thought, "only 6 lbs. difference?"

"Well, you're bigger and an adult male, but I've done this kind of workout
before and you haven't, so let's use the same weights. Shall I go first?" He
nodded. She went over and picked up 2 55 lb. dumbbells and proceeded to do 17
reps with each arm. "Your turn." Coach, (his name was John, let's call him
that from now on), started doing his turn. He got to 16 before he failed.

"You did more than me."

"Only one each, and, like I said, I'm used to this. 16 is good. Okay,
preachers." She loaded the bar 'till it was 120 lbs. 15 reps later, she
failed. "Coach, help me do a couple more," she managed to say between panting
breaths. He helped her do a few more negatives, helping her get the bar up,
then letting her lower it. 5 more and she was spent. "Your turn." He managed
12, then she helped him with 5 negatives.

"You're stronger than me."

"Well, I've been doing this for a while, and it's a killer workout. I'm sure
in a couple of months, you'll be ahead of me. Okay, hammer curls." She went
over and picked up 65 lb. dumbbells. Most people lighten up as the get farther
into their workout. Not Pam. She cranked out 12 with each arm. John was
falling farther behind, only managing 8 each. It went that way the rest of the
workout. Pam did 45 chinups. She had done more at football practice, but that
was not after a work to failure workout like today. John did 25. He was
completely exhausted. No one said anything for several minutes. Both were
soaked in sweat. John's impressive physique glistened in the lights as he
gasped for breath. Pam's tank was sticking to her like a second skin. Her
beautiful round breasts perfectly outlined, nipples very apparent. Every
detail of her amazing torso stood out in relief. At some point that John
hadn't noticed, she had rolled down the top of her running shorts several
inches like girl's do, and her "devil's horns" were more articulated than
anything John had ever seen. The sexual tension in the air just crackled. A
man would have to be half dead not to notice how incredibly sexy Pam was.

"No, this is wrong," John thought to himself. "She's my student and she's half
my age."

Pam was thinking to herself, "This guy almost kept up with me. That's amazing.
He's beautiful, mature, great attitude, and in a few months, he'll be able to
pass me, the only person I know who could do that. I'm so fucking horny right
now I could burst." She stood up, having regained her breath. John had
regained his breath also and was standing, leaning against the wall.

"Coach, you were amazing. In a couple of months, I'm sure you'll be stronger
than me with my program, or, I should say, Dr. Darden's program." She slowly
walked over to him 'till she was inches from him. She touched his chest. He
jumped.

"What are you doing?" he said, freezing as she grabbed the bottom of his shirt
and quickly, forcefully pulling it up and over his head, his arms
involuntarily going up to allow her to do what she wanted. "No, Pam, this is
wrong."

"Stop me."

"Pam, if anyone found out it would be my job, you're my student. What about
your stepdad?"

"He found out the hard way that he is no match for me. And that was last
Spring when I had 20, no, 24 lbs. less of muscle than I do now. He won't
bother us. I'll never tell anyone, you won't. No one will ever know."

He was breathing deeply, clearly aroused. "Pam, we can't do this, your half my
age. Underage."

"Not that much underage, and like I said, try to stop me. At this point in
time, I'm stronger than you. Plus, I'm used to these workouts, I still have
some energy in reserve, and you're exhausted, so try to stop me." She shoved
him hard. He fell on his back on the mats. The same mats where she had
humiliated Bill a few months before. But she had no intention of humiliating
her coach, she thought he was the closest thing to a perfect man. She sat down
on his chest. Tenderly, she took his hands in hers, intertwining fingers and
slowly pushed them down to the mat on either side of his head, smiling down at
him. She slowly came down and kissed him tenderly on the lips, slipping her
tongue in his mouth to play a dance with his. She rubbed her perfect breasts
on his manly chest. His chub begged for release. She seemed to sense this.

Pam sat back up and pulled her tank up over her head, no small feat
considering how it stuck to her skin, soaked as it was in sweat. John gazed up
at those magnificent tits, then moved his eyes down her body. That was when
John first noticed the bruises all over her taut torso. "Oh, my God, Pam. Is
that from Ted and Zack?"

"Yeah, I got a lot of veins close to the skin because of the lack of fat, so I
bruise easily. But they don't hurt, and they didn't back then either, when Ted
was putting everything he had into it. But the broken nose hurt."

"I'm so sorry, Pam. I knew they had bad attitudes, but I didn't think they'd
try to hurt you. I would have tried to intervene somehow."

"That's okay Coach. Thanks for wanting to protect me from them, that's very
sweet, but as you saw from the photos, I can take care of myself."

"I heard that. And since you're about to have your way with me, call me John.

Pam scooted farther down, towards his knees. The she pulled his shorts off. He
was fully erect now, probably since watching Pam remove her sticky tank. It
sprang to life as soon as his shorts were low enough. He was full naked now.
She still had on her rolled down running shorts, but they too were soaked in
sweat, sticking to her powerful lower torso, outlining her vaginal lips, a
sight more erotic than a thousand naked bodies. Leaning forward, she slowly,
licked his thick member from stem to stern. "Oh, God, how wonderful," he
thought. "Oh, how wonderfully delicious," she thought. "A little salty, but
delicious."

Suddenly, Coach John had second thoughts, as turned on as he was, he was still
feeling guilty. He sat bolt upright. "Pam, we can't do this." Pam threw
herself at his upper body, somehow going from her knees with her tongue on his
dick to pinning him to the mat in the bat of an eyelash. She scissored one of
his legs with both of hers, and pulled his other leg up till it was way up by
his head with one hand. John was completely immobilized in 2 seconds. She
grinned down at him, then let him go.

"Point made, Coach?"

"Point made, Pam." She inched back down and started to lick him again. Then
she moved up and started to rub her breasts all over his manhood. He shot a
huge load almost immediately. "Oh, my. I'm so embarrassed. I've never lost it
that quickly in my life." He blushed at his lack of control.

"That's okay, Coach. I seem to have that effect often, on guys and girls. I
assume that means you think I'm hot."

"The hottest ever." She grabbed a towel and cleaned the cum off his belly.
Then she stood up and straddled his head, facing his feet.

"Take my shorts off, but leave my undies on." He did as asked, but they were
not easy coming down sticky and tight as they were and making their way over
those hard round glutes. She started to sway and wiggle her hips erotically
and they slowly came off. She slowly lowered herself towards his face. "I
don't know why, but it turns me on more when you pull me panties aside then
eat me, instead of taking them completely off. Is that okay?

"Sure, anything you ask."

She was careful not to put her weight on his face. After all she was much
heavier than the average girl. John had a very talented tongue and he went
slowly and gently. He couldn't reach her breasts since she was up on her
knees, so he fondled her ass, marveling at solid it was. Pam played with her
breasts and as she came, she arched her back while John continued to knead her
ass with one hand while reaching up and rubbing her abs with the other. The
perfection of her body as he fondled and felt it had John's cock even more
engorged than before. Finishing up her orgasm, Pam looked down and saw how
purply and unbelievably hard it was. She bent forward and took it into her
mouth and began pumping up and down. John again started to orally pleasure her
again, this time sticking his tongue deep into her vagina while sucking on it
also. She increased her pumping while he increased the in and out with his
tongue and intensified the sucking. In their 69 position they both came
wildly. John was bucking up and down like a stallion but didn't dislodge Pam.
They were both once again soaked in sweat. She turned her body around and lay
next to him, her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

After ten or fifteen minutes, "You better go, my step-dad won't come down
here, but we still don't want him getting suspicious. "But remember, you're my
workout partner from now on. Wednesday, after practice. Here. You're my
football coach but I'm your strength coach from now on." John gave her a mock
salute, then got dressed and quietly left.

After the coach left, Pam's mind wandered. Had the perfect female specimen
found the perfect male specmen? She pulled her wet tanktop back on, it went on
unevenly, sticking in some places and not others. The she took off her panties
and put her sopping wet shorts back on, rolling them down a few times at the
waist and pulling them up real high on the sides and high into her crotch. She
went over to the mirror and studied herself. Her thick, wavy strawberry hair
was all disheveled, broken nose and black eyes, darkening her face. She
studied her body, that incredible body, those impossibly wide shoulders,
thick, muscular legs, round, full biceps with prominent veins running all the
way from elbow up and over her delts. And those amazing tits sticking straight
out above hard washboard abs, abs discolored with bruises from Ted's failed
onslaught. "Girl, even at your worst, you are still amazingly sexy," she
whispered to herself. Thinking about the coach, her hands aimlessly exploring
her glorious physique. She thought of his fine physique, his thick dick, but
also his beautiful mind and his complete acceptance of who and what she was,
but knowing also that he was a superior specimen who would soon catch up with
her and probably pass her strengthwise. She felt like she had finally found
someone, even if he was much older. It kind of had to be that way if she was
going to find someone. No boy anywhere near her age could even come close to
being her equal.

Thinking about Coach Ditmer, (She liked calling him coach better than John),
and absent mindedly fondling herself while staring at herself in the mirror,
she started to get all worked up again. Gotta do something about this, she
thought. She picked up her cell phone. "Hey, Tamara, whatcha doin'?....Yeah, I
think I've found a guy?. No, I can't really tell you. Can you come over?.....
What about Jill?... An hour?.. Cool? See ya soon."

"I gotta clean up", she thought to herself. "I'm going to see if I can get the
girls to help me relieve myself without asking, but only by presenting myself
as something they can't resist," She took a shower and washed off any residual
smell of the coach, put on some very feminine perfume, then, "What to wear,
what to wear?" She spotted a shirt that Jill had left behind after a
summertime swim. It was a classic wifebeater with that kind of ribbing that
makes it tight, that Jill had tie-dyed pink. It was tight on little Jill. "I
think this will have the intended effect," she thought. She put it on, it rode
halfway up her torso, making that powerful trunk look even more powerful. It
made her breasts look as big, and round and gravity-defying as breasts can be
before they get too big. Her shoulders and arms were similarly enhanced by the
top. "Nice." Next, a new pair of white, tight sweats shorts, hugging that
muscular ass and, since she decided to go commando (no undies) her clean
shaven feminine charms were very noticeable through the tight shorts. She
rolled them down at the waist several times. A white choker and pink kneesocks
completed the ensemble. "One more thing", she thought. She had never done a
second workout before, believing the she didn't need it, but she had heard how
doing a second workout for the same bodyparts a few hours later would take the
intensity to a new level, and new results.

As Jill and Tamara let themselves in to the basement door, they watched in awe
as a totally soaked Pam finished off a set of 60 chinups. She dropped to the
floor and stood there, every muscle in her upper body pumped to the fullest,
the veins so engorged, you could almost see the blood flowing, moving just
beneath the paper thin skin. And in the cutest, sexiest,girly workout outfit
imaginable, sweat dripping off her everywhere. Since Pam didn't eat red meat
or junk food she never smelled bad, her sweat only enhanced the smell of her
perfume. Jill and Tamara were just about swooning as they slowly made their
way over towards Pam. She was quivering from the exertion of her workout and
the anticipation of what was to soon happen between these 3 best of friends.