Power Girls  Pt. 2  
by Musclehead



Anyone who has ever competed in a sport against someone who is way better than
them, who is in "another league" so to speak, knows how overwhelming, how
humiliating it can be. It is even more intense when it is a sport involving
physical contact, like football as opposed to tennis. And the physical toll in
the aftermath can be quite painful. Even if there are no injuries, the days of
soreness in that follow can be quite uncomfortable.

It was Monday morning, and Alex was having a very difficult time just getting
out of bed to go to work. He was so sore, he felt like he had been run over by
a train. Was it the two wrestling matches, one against Tom and the other
against little but powerful Michelle? Or was it the sexual encounter with the
frighteningly strong Marcia, a girl with a personality that was as forceful as
her body? She had tried very hard to hold back for fear of hurting Alex during
their sexual tryst, thus incurring the wrath of his protective step-sister,
Kimmy. But in the end, her sexual high got the better of her and Alex wound
up, not exactly injured, but taken for a sexual ride that left him exhausted
and, as he was now experiencing, unbelievably sore.

He hit the snooze alarm. "Nine more minutes," he thought to himself. Then the
door opened quietly and Kimmy slipped into his room, wearing just tiny pink
undies and a tanktop that had been cut in half, revealing her hard core. She
knew that wearing a tight top with nothing underneath when you have tits as
perfect as hers was just as sexy as being naked.

"No, Kimmy, I can't. I can barely move. You'll kill me."

"Don't worry Alex. Turn over onto your stomach." He did as told, and Kimmy
gave him an expert massage, soothing his sore muscles. When she was done with
his back and the back of his legs, kneading those hamstrings which had felt
like they were being torn apart while Marcia was lost in a sexual storm, her
legs entwined with his, pulling them apart as she achieved nirvana, Kimmy made
her way to his sore shoulders.

"Ow, ow, ow."

"Sorry, I forget how strong my hands have gotten from all the carpentry work
I've been doing. They were already strong from all the gripping you have to do
in gymnastics, but they're amazing now. I freak out all the guys at work when
I can tighten a nut on a bolt with my fingers. Anyway, I'm done with your
back. Turn over."

Alex lay there with his eyes closed wallowing in the relief she was giving
him. When he opened his eyes, with her powerful frame hovering over him,
seeing that incredible body from that perspective, her shirt pulled away
slightly from her tight abs, due to those thrusting tits which he could see
the undersides of, Alex couldn't help but becoming instantly hard as a rock.
Kimmy bent down, took him fully in her mouth, and drained him, swallowing
every drop. The last words he heard before passing out from the wonderful
sensations were "Can't waste high quality protein."

When he re-awakened just a little while later, feeling much better, Kimmy was
gone. Being a laborer, instead of an office worker, she had to be at work much
earlier than he did. Katrina was still asleep when he slipped quietly out,
frightened of waking her. Though it was not yet Thursday, her birthday, the
day she promised to have her way with him, he was still trying to avoid her,
knowing that just seeing that perfect body would send him off to work with an
unmistakable bulge in his pants, one that would not go away for hours.

When Alex got home from work, his ass was still dragging, he was still more
sore than he had ever been in his life. Kimmy's pickup wasn't in the driveway,
and the doors were locked, so he assumed that no one was home. Wrong. He went
into the kitchen and got a beer, and as he entered the hallway to the stairs,
suddenly, there was Katrina, standing in front of him , blocking his way. His
body language instantly betrayed his fear of her. He really didn't have
anything to be scared of, she had no intent of doing him harm, but she did
have some mischievousness about her.

Katrina had running shorts on and what seemed to be the official uniform of
the awesome young women of this house, a tight, short cutoff tanktop. Alex
stood frozen as she stared up at him. Katrina's mere presence made his insides
churn. How could this tiny woman make him feel so small by comparison. Could
it be that though he stood a foot taller than her, Katrina's arms were bigger
around than his, as were her legs? Her shoulders were broader and her back
thicker. And everything was harder, a lot harder.

As he stood there unmoving, Katrina pulled her top up over her head, her
magnificent breasts standing proud. Alex could feel his bad boy involuntarily
thickening. Quick as a wink, Katrina grabbed his pants at the waist and pulled
them down around his ankles, giggling as he sprang to life. Due to his height
and the length of his cock and Katrina's diminutive height, the tip of his
cock was level with her magnificent breasts. She grabbed his wrists, and with
ease, pushed his arms down and behind his back. This was the first time he had
actually felt her strength firsthand. Katrina pulled him close so that the
head of his throbbing boner was pushed in between her tits, and then she
started flexing and releasing her pecs.

"Ohhhh, Goooodddd," he was overcome by the incredible sensations. Then he felt
her hand tickling his balls and as the realization hit him that she was
holding his arms behind his back with one hand and pulling his body in tight
with one arm, he shuddered and came in huge gobs, all over her tits and chest.
She let go as his legs buckled and due to his pants being down around his
ankles, he fell onto his back with a thud.

Katrina stood over him, basking in her physical and sexual superiority.
Slowly, she peeled off her shorts, and knelt down at his ankles, pulling his
pants the rest of the way off. "I thought you were waiting until Thursday,"
Alex asked with a quivering in his voice.

"On Thursday I'm going to have your big bad boy inside of my tight pussy, but
right now you've made a mess on my boobs and you're going to clean it off."
She crawled her way up his body positioning her firm ones right above his
face. "Get started, and make sure you linger long enough to get every tiny
molecule of your stuff off those nips." Alex dutifully did as told and soon
Katrina was moaning loudly as she came time and time again simply through the
stimulation to her nipples.

Completely enthralled by her beauty and power, Alex shot another load, without
any touching to his member, shooting it into the air where some of it hit her
pretty, bare pussy and her hard as a rock abs. "Oh, how about that. More
cleaning up to do. Start with my abs as work your way down. I think you got
some way in there, so when you get down there, I expect you to bury your
tongue deeply inside of me."

He did as told. Katrina didn't worry about landing herself hard on his face.
She wasn't as big as Marcia or Kimmy, and quite frankly, by this point she was
lost in the amazing sensations that Alex's talented tongue was providing. She
came down hard with all of her muscular hundred and twenty-five pounds onto
his face, riding him to several strong orgasms. Then she abruptly got up and,
gathering her shirt and shorts, went up the stairs and showered off as Alex
lay in the hallway, barely conscious, his brain spinning, pondering how soon
he could start the Q91Y in order to bolster his chances of surviving.

Somewhere in Aruba

Mary and Fred prepared to head to the beach as soon as they could find their
bathing suits in their luggage. They had both made a pact not to have sex, or
see each other unclothed for the last month, each of them having worked very
hard on their conditioning in order to look great in their swimsuits.

Before he met Mary, Fred assumed that he was past his prime. He was fifty-two.
His hair had gone pre-maturely completely gray while dealing with the stress
of his beloved first wife's battle with breast cancer. After she died, he
grieved for two years before finally pulling himself up by his bootstraps and
getting his life back together. He started running again, so, at the time he
met Mary, he was fit and had good stamina, but not very much in the way of
muscle. He was five-ten and weighed about a hundred and fifty pounds.

Mary, on the other hand, had been a gymnast in high school and through
college, and had always stayed fit. In addition, she was a nutritionist, and
though she hadn't had the advantage of growing up with optimal nutrition, from
college on, she had known the importance of the old phrase, "you are what you
eat". Not that she had a bad diet or anything, just not a really great diet
steeped in knowledge of what's good for you. The girls certainly had eaten as
well as possible since day one, something that certainly had played a factor
in them now being, arguably, physically superior beings. They had great genes
as well.

As stated, Mary had always kept fit, but had discovered a half a year ago, the
Q91Y fitness routine. And now, at forty-eight years old, she could easily be a
member of the power girls group of her daughters and their friends. Fred had
just completed his first go round of thirteen weeks. To his surprise and
delight, with the workouts, and Mary's careful culinary guidance, he had
gained ten pounds of muscle. He looked great. He had almost caught up to Mary
strength-wise. But it must be remembered that Mary was twenty pounds lighter
than him and still stronger, and she was a much better athlete, having
retained most of the physical abilities that her gymnastic career had afforded
her.

So, the moment of truth had arrived. They met in the middle of the hotel room,
each wearing one of those huge, comfortable bathrobes that luxury hotels leave
for their guests. On the count of three, they both dropped their robes to the
floor. "Fred, you look incredible."

"Mary, you've always been a physical specimen, but you're even hotter now if
that's possible." They fell into an embrace, thought of the beach exiting
their minds immediately as they made passionate love for the next two hours.
They still had plenty of energy after they were done, and headed down to the
beach, and not to lie around when they got there. No, this beach had copied
itself after the famous Santa Monica beach that had rings and bars and ropes,
etc. for really fit and active people to do their thing.

Mary had convinced normally the somewhat reserved Fred to wear a speedo. She
reminded him that there was no reason to be modest now that he had a great
body. To compare him to a thirty year old man would be silly. First of all,
there were plenty of thirty year olds who didn't look that great. Fred was in
much better shape than even most twenty year olds, but his gray hair and some
well earned wrinkles made him look like what he was, a fifty something who
happened to be in better shape than 99% of men in his age group and 95% of men
overall.

If comparing Fred to thirty year olds was somewhat silly, comparing Mary to
anyone except the most well conditioned of fitness athletes of any age, would
be ludicrous. But she also had flawless skin and no gray, and her awesome
fitness level aside, she really did look to be twenty-something instead of
almost fifty. Yes, both of these to beautiful, fit and strong people were
indeed outliers.

Mary had also pointed out to Fred that they were not on a typical American
beach, and most of the men, even the ones who weren't all that fit would be
wearing speedos. Mary herself was wearing a butt-floss bathing suit, her round
muscular ass would prove to be the best on the beach that day. Everyone
assumed that Fred was at least twenty years older than his bride, lots of guys
high-fiving Fred all afternoon, assuming that he had snagged a hot, young babe
due to his fitness and muscles.

Indeed, he had more than a few much younger women flirting with him throughout
the day, something he seemed oblivious to, never having considered himself
that attractive to women in the past. There had been many times when he had
wondered to himself how he had been lucky enough to wind up with a woman like
Mary. And today, those thoughts were magnified many times over as she became
the center of attention with just about every guy on the beach, with her great
body, her curvey muscles, that amazing ass and those tits that had suckled two
babies and still were just as firm and upright as every other part of her.

But her athletic skill really garnered attention, swinging around on the bars
, doing flips and twists like a ten year old, and doing the famous rings from
one end to the other and back again, something not a single other person on
the beach that day had the stamina or the strength to weight ratio that she
had. Fred was so proud of her, and both of them spent most of the day politely
fending off flirtations and even the occasional solicitation of all kinds of
people, many of whom would have been stunned to find out how old they were,
especially Mary, who was being hit on constantly by guys who had no clue that
she was old enough to be their mother. In fact the term MILF had never come
up, everyone assuming that she was in her late twenties or early thirties.

Although it went unnoticed by either Fred or Mary, one guy in particular
seemed almost fixated on Mary. His name was Raul, and he worked at the hotel
as a recreational director. He watched her all afternoon, amazed at her
athletic abilities, but being a typical macho latino, could never allowed the
thought to enter his head that she might be a better athlete than he.

While Mary was showing off on the rings, a couple of hot young women were
paying a lot of attention to Fred. They seemed well aware that a mature man
who was in as good of shape as they were, could make a great lover, with the
strength and stamina of a young man coupled with the sensitivity and wisdom of
a more mature one. Mary didn't mind the attention he was getting. She knew
that he would never stray, and neither would she. They both had all the
advantages of age and experience coupled with the fitness level of young
athletes and their sex life was great. When Fred decided to take a run along
the beach with these two fit young babes, Mary gave her approval right away.

That's when Raul made his move. He came over to her as she hung from the
rings, preparing for another amazing acrobatic feat. "Hey, Chicata, what are
you doing with that old man? You need a younger man like me to satisfy a fine
woman like yourself."

"Please, whoever you are, leave me alone."

"My name is Raul, and I am the director of recreation here at the hotel." Just
then, Fred and the girls came back, one of them having twisted her ankle, her
arm around Fred's shoulder for support as she limped along. Mary gracefully
dismounted from the rings with a flip and came over to see if she could help
out. Raul chose that moment to slip away, unseen by Fred.

The other young lady spoke to Mary, "Are you Fred's wife?" She nodded in the
affirmative as she looked at the other girl's ankle. "Well, you are one lucky
woman. I envy you, and we were just flirting, sorry, we didn't notice the ring
on his finger 'til he was helping Mindy here." Mary just smiled at the girl.

Back at their room, Fred decided to go down to the hotel gift shop and while
he was at it, pick up some wine. Mary had gone into the luxurious bathroom to
take a bubblebath and had taken off her swimsuit and put a robe on over her
naked body as she ran turned on the water. A moment later, when there was a
knock at the door. Turning the water off, she went to see who was there.

"Room service." Mary wondered to herself, did Fred order something? Curiousity
got the better of her and she went and opened the door. Raul was standing
there, a big smile on his face.

"What was your name again?"

"Raul."

"What are you doing here? How did you find our room?

"I could have gotten your room number from my friend at the front desk, but I
followed you instead. I see that that old man is out. I want you bad, and I
know you want me as badly as I want you." Mary felt violated. She felt like he
had been stalking her and she was pissed off, but she didn't let on.

"You're right. Come in. But we have to be quick." She grabbed him by the shirt
collar and guided him over the bed so that his back was to it. Acting like she
was going to peel his shirt off, she suddenly pushed and Raul fell onto his
back on the bed. He lifted his head just in time to see Mary drop her robe to
the floor, standing naked and proud, her hard, curvey body still glistening
with sunscreen, highlighting the details of her muscles. Her nipples were
erect, sitting atop breasts that not only looked like they belonged on someone
half her age, but were so perfect that they looked enhanced. They weren't.

"Ohhhh, Chicata, you are magnificent." Without warning, she leaped, spreading
her legs, her knees bent, slamming into his head and knocking him back down
flat onto the bed. "Oh, baby, you like it rough, well me mmmffff," his words
were cut short as her pussy landed square on his lips. Faster than he could
react, she captured his arms between the folds of her legs, and she fucked his
face with a force borne of anger at this violation of her privacy. But very
quickly the realization of how easily she had forced herself on him really got
her very aroused. Raul was stunned and turned on by the aggressiveness of this
woman, and it didn't register with him that she had overpowered him, only that
she had surprised him.

In the space of five minutes, she used this young man for her own carnal
pleasure, reaching climax multiple times, then she got off him, grabbed him by
the arm, and before he knew what happened, he had been tossed out of the room.
Gathering himself, trying to figure out what had just transpired, he concluded
that he had just had one of the most intense sexual experiences of his life,
even though he hadn't had intercourse, he hadn't even gotten undressed. He
looked down to see the telltale stain on his shorts. "What the fuck just
happened to me?" he thought to himself as he made his way down the hallway.

Mary went and took a quick shower before Fred returned. She was super turned
on at this point. She hadn't had a situation where she had pitted her strength
against a man, a larger man at that, since high school. She knew she was
strong, really strong, but she had somehow forgotten the feelings she had had
all those years ago, like electricity running through her body, every nerve
ending feeling the kind of sensations usually reserved for the clitoris or the
breasts, and in some lucky women, the g-spot. And yes, she knew where her
g-spot was.

Fred had passed Raul in the stairwell, not knowing who he was, not having
noticed him at the beach. But Raul knew who Fred was and gave him an ugly
glare as they passed. Fred shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way, it
registering only seconds later that the guy had a big wet spot on his shorts.
"Probably couldn't make it to the men's room, probably can't hold his liquor,"
Fred thought to himself.

Before he was even half way in the door, Mary grabbed him and shoved him onto
the bed, yanked his swimsuit off and started to kiss and lick his member,
which responded quickly. "Fred, it really turned me on to see all those hot
young babes fawning over you today. It underscores how hot it is that a mature
man like yourself can be in such great shape, can be so youthful, can be so
desirable as to attract girls young enough to be your daughters. It makes me
appreciate you all the more." She stopped talking between licks and kisses and
took him full into her mouth.

He pulled her off before he could come. Yes, as a more experienced man, he
knew how to control it, but her heightened sexual state at this moment was
enveloping him in her sexual storm as well and he didn't want to come too
soon. He flipped her over onto her back, something he couldn't do a mere six
months ago, and got into a sixty-nine position, hovering above her, gently
licking her pussy end to end as she again took him into her mouth. They came
simultaneously, Mary swallowing every drop, licking her lips even as he
overflowed her mouth. He came up for air, his face looking like a glazed
doughnut, slathered in girl goo.

They engaged in intercourse and oral sex for two more hours, completely
forgetting about their dinner reservations, finally falling asleep in each
other arms, covered in sweat, sunscreen and other fluids. They woke early,
almost stuck to each other from the congealed mixture of moisture, and
proceeded to start over again right where they left off. Finally, they
showered and went for breakfast.

At breakfast, Mary seemed somewhat subdued. Ever sensitive and perceptive,
Fred asked, "What is it, Mary?"

"Last night, Fred, when I told you that it turned me on that those young girls
were so hot for you."

"I have to confess, it turned me on too. When I was their age, there were no
hot girls chasing me. I kind of like it, but you're the one that really turns
me on, and you were such a tigress last ni ... "

She interrupted him. "That wasn't all, Fred." He looked at her quizzically.
"Fred, there was this guy. I don't think you saw him at the beach. He was
stalking me. He came to the room when you were getting wine."

"You didn't ... "

"No, he tried to force himself on me. Well, not actually. He kept insulting
you, saying that I needed a young man like him. When he said that I wanted him
as much as he wanted me, I lost it. I overpowered him and forced him to
service me. And then I threw him out." She got a tear in her eye. "Fred, he
meant nothing to me, actually I was furious as to what he said about you. But
it turned me on sooo much that I was able to do that to him, that I could just
use him and he couldn't do anything to stop me. I was faster than him and I
was stronger than him ... ."

This time Fred's interruption was a laugh. "I saw a guy on my way back to the
room, with a lime-green shirt. Was that him?"

"Yeah, it was. Why?"

"Well, I think your muscle and strength turned him on too."

"I don't know, those macho latino types don't like to admit that women can be
strong."

"Well whether he was willing to admit it or not, he had a huge stain on his
shorts." He started laughing, Mary joining in.

"So, you're not mad at me. I just lost it. When I subdued him so easily, the
situation just got the better of me."

"No, it's okay dear. Your strength turns me on too. Just don't make it a habit
of using it on other guys too often. Ya know, would you like it if we wrestled
around sometime?"

"Oh, yeah. It wouldn't bother you if I won."

"No. I already know that I haven't caught up with you. But, thanks to you I'm
stronger than I've ever been. I'll put up a good fight. Funny, isn't it. Past
fifty and for the first time in my life, somewhat strong. And I know that
women can be strong. It was okay with me back at Christmas, remember, Katrina
beat me at arm-wrestling, pretty easily at that. She's a world class gymnast,
I'm just an average guy."

"There's nothing average about you dear."

"Well, I'm not a world class athlete, like my step daughters, who obviously
got their genetics from their Mom."

"There's more than one area where you are world class, your mind, your
attitude and last but not least, your tongue and that huge cock. And if you'd
like, when we get back to our room, I'll wrestle you into submission and take
advantage of both."

"You're on, world class woman."

They could barely finish their breakfast, they were so eager to get back to
their room. Mary had a surprise for Fred. She reached into her bag and pulled
out bathing suits, as tiny as possible, mere patches, made of animal skin.
"Might as well dress like savages if we're going to act like them."

And so they wrestled, like savages. Nothing to hurt each other, but hard, like
two very well conditioned people can. In the end, Mary's athletic ability and
agility proved to be too much for Fred. Indeed, she was so quick at times that
Fred seemed to be overwhelmed. And she was stronger than he, not by a lot, but
enough, combined with her other physical skills, that inevitably, she
controlled him and soon was sitting on his chest as he lay on his back,
defeated.

As Mary took off her top, Fred untied the sides of her animal skin thong while
she informed him that she was going to make him service her with his tongue,
now that she was the jungle queen. She inched up until her glistening pussy
was hovering right over his waiting mouth. Suddenly, Fred bucked with all his
strength, throwing Mary backwards and onto her back.

"Ohhhh, Fred," cooed Mary, her arousal suddenly turned up another notch. "You
were holding back." While it turned Mary on immensely that she was stronger
than most men, it somehow upped the ante that Fred had just reversed them. Her
whole body was quivering with excitement.

"No, Mary, I wasn't holding back. You are stronger and a better athlete. I
just caught you by surprise. You are my savage goddess queen and now I shall
serve you." And he did, sucking and licking and sometimes doing both at once,
for over half an hour, neither having any clue how many times Mary went over
the top, probably dozens. Finally, as Fred took a break, his tongue tiring,
Mary flipped him over, mounted him and rode him with vigor for several more
intense orgasms, Fred coming four times in the space of fifteen minutes.

"God, dear, I've never done that before. That's how much you turn me on."
After two more hours, they decided that, although they could probably fuck all
day, they were, after all, at one of the beautiful beaches in the world and
they ought to be taking advantage of it. They showered and put their animal
skin suits on, attracting even more attention down at the beach than they had
the day before.

Raul mostly kept his distance from Mary and Fred for the rest of the week,
mostly because Fred never left her side, but also, whether he was willing to
admit it or not, he was totally intimidated by this amazing woman. He started
turning his attention to trying to impress some of the other young women, and
on a couple of occasions, Mary, who was still somewhat annoyed at his audacity
on that first day, took the opportunity to humiliate him.

If she saw him showing off, doing some stunt on the rings, or anything like
that, she would wait until he was done and had moved on, then she would do
whatever he had done, but far better. On their last day there, Raul was
showing off for the two fit young ladies who had gone on the run with Fred
that first day. He was on the rings showing off for the young ladies.

He sauntered off, arm in arm with the two girls, and when they were a little
distance away, over by the outdoor refreshment area, Mary went over and
started playing around on the rings, doing all sorts of flips and twists,
eventually attracting the attention of the young woman who had told her how
lucky she was to have Fred for a husband. Needless to say, at the end of her
goofing around on the rings, as Mary noticed the two young women having
wandered back to watch, Raul following behind but keeping his distance. It was
obvious to the girls that Mary was much better than Raul.

He knew that Mary was trying to humiliate him, but he couldn't really respond,
as she was acting as if he wasn't even there. Mary's upper body was more
pumped than usual from the tremendous stress she had put it under, and the
girls were practically swooning as they asked to touch her muscles, running
their hands up and down her biceps and shoulders, the one girl running her
hands along her abs, a finger accidently on purpose brushing her privates.
Mary involuntarily gasped, surprising herself that she was getting worked up,
basking in the attention of the young women, an avenue she had never explored
before.

Fred had been trying to master some basic skills on the parallel bars,
surprising himself that he now had the upper body strength to actually do some
things. When he stopped for a minute, he looked over towards his beautiful,
hot wife and encountered a scene that can only be described as muscle worship,
for lack of a better term. A few minutes later, Mary came up to Fred, her eyes
and body language giving her away. True, they had been married less than a
year, but the intelligent, ever-observant Fred could tell that she was very
worked up.

"Fred, those two hot chics over there want to have a foursome with you and
me."

"What?" Fred was stunned. Like just about every man, at some point in his life
had fantasized about a threesome with two women, but this was unbelievable. He
still was adjusting to the fact that women found him so appealing, even women
much younger than him, even hot women who were much younger. He just stood
there, silent, not knowing what to say or do.

"What do you think, Honey?"

Finally gathering himself, "You're the only one I want ... ... .Do you want to
do this?"

"I don't know. I've never felt like this before. These girls really have the
hots for you, and me, and it's really turning me on that so much attention is
being paid to us, not just by them, but by just about everyone. Maybe it'll be
fun."

"I'm not going to put my dick inside anyone but you." She reached out and
stroked him.

"Are those the only rules, my big man?"

"I guess." Mary turned and gave the girls a signal. Raul was watching, trying
to figure out what was going on as the four people gathered their few
belongings and headed up to the main building of the hotel. As they headed up,
the girls walked by him, telling him that it was time to move on. For him? For
them? He stood there, incredulous as these two babes that he thought he was
going to get to fuck, were leaving with a woman, granted, an awesome woman,
and, in his opinion, an old man.

The foursome spent the next two hours exploring the sexual possibilities. Fred
had never had three tongues at once working him before. It was heaven on
earth. At one point, Mary, who was so turned on from all the attention, seemed
to be gaining strength as she went along, so aroused was she. While Fred's
massive member was rubbing her clitoris and g-spot at the same time, and each
of the girls was to her side, sucking on a tit while fondling her beautiful
muscles, and she had a finger buried in each one of their pussies, she came so
hard that she almost threw Fred off of her as she lifted each of the women off
their haunches with her strong arms. She bucked like a bronco for almost two
minutes.

After they were done, and were showering, all four at once, the girls, who it
turned out were both around twenty-two, were absolutely astounded to find out
that Mary as more than twice as old as them and that Fred was in his fifties.
And the girls were worn out while the seniors had plenty of energy left. Mary
told them about her athletic endeavors going back to when she was six, and
explained that the really amazing thing was how far Fred had come in a mere
thirteen weeks with the Q91Y program. Instant converts both, the girls were
perfect candidates, each already very fit, and destined to become awesome in
three months with the program.

Mary told the girls about overpowering and using Raul for her own sexual
gratification and how exciting it was, and each girl decided that it would be
their goal to come back to this luxury hotel in a few months and do the same
to the poor guy, if not already finding guys at home to have their way with.
"It's more fun if their assholes, then you don't feel the need to hold back,"
she explained, "although Fred and I had a pretty wonderful competition
earlier."

"Are you saying you held back with me, dear?"

"Oh, no Fred. I had to give it my all with you, but I didn't grind my pussy
into your face or abuse you in order to adjust your attitude, because your
attitude obviously doesn't need adjustment. But it was just as exciting
because I love you and you turn me on. That's all I was saying. But it is
really exciting to put some asshole in his place. That's all."

They parted ways, the girls totally inspired, talking about how they were
going to get incredibly fit, not just somewhat so, and strong enough to be in
command of any situation they chose, like their new role models.

Raul started plotting his revenge for the humiliation he had suffered,
planning to spring his trap the next day, only to find out that Fred and Mary
had checked out mere hours before he showed up for work that Thursday morning.

Yes, Thursday morning. Mary and Fred wanted to be home by dinnertime, to
celebrate Katrina's eighteenth birthday. She was looking forward to seeing
them, anxious to see what kind of gifts she might be getting, but this
morning, Katrina had set her alarm for 4:20 a.m., which would give her ten
minutes to shower and quietly make her way to Alex's room by 4:30, the time of
day that she had been born, eighteen years ago.

Alex had gone to bed knowing that she would have her way with him the next
day, he couldn't stop her, she was so much stronger than him. A part of him
was looking forward to it. She had a perfect body, and was a world class
athlete and so far, his sexual experiences with female athletes was that they
were awesome in the sack. Yes, his younger stepsister was hot, hot, hot. But
he also had a certain amount of trepidation regarding the inevitable
encounter, finally having gotten over being sore from sex with Marcia.

Nevertheless, when Katrina slipped quietly into his room, there he was, lying
on his back, sound asleep and his dick was sticking straight up at the
ceiling. Katrina thought to herself, correctly, that he had been dreaming
about her. She carefully pulled back the sheet. She was already well
lubricated from her own anticipation of what was about to happen, so she stood
at the foot of his bed, calculating the distance, as she might while doing a
gymnastics routine, then jumped, so high, her head almost hit the ceiling,
nailing a perfect landing, right on that erect bad boy.

To say Alex woke startled would be an understatement. Katrina stared down at
him as she squeezed and relaxed the muscles in her pussy that were as well
developed as the rest of her. Alex hadn't come yet, but he could feel liquids
oozing out of what little space there was in her almost airtight pussy that
was filled with his huge cock. As he craned his neck, looking down toward
their coupling, Katrina spoke through heavy breaths, "Blood. You've taken my
virginity, you naughty boy. You'll have to be punished."

Alex looked up at her with abject fear in his eyes. Her stern look changed to
a smile. "Just kidding, I'm not going to hurt you. You're one of the good guys
... .You love my muscles and strength, don't you?"

"Yes. It turns me on more than I can believe. But you've known that before
this moment."

"I knew that the first time you saw me in a leotard. I've been able to tell
since I was like in like seventh grade, when I first started to develop, I can
see it in your eyes, I saw it in their eyes back then. Almost all guys love
muscles on a girl, as long as she remains feminine looking. But most just
can't admit it to themselves 'cause their too insecure about their manhood. I
remember in eighth grade, the first year that we had co-ed gym class. Only two
guys in the class could get all the way up the climbing rope. After I went to
the top, faster than even those two guys, and using my arms only, when I got
back to the floor, I turned around to see every guy in the class staring at
me, all of them with boners, even the teacher. Oh, yeah, guys like my
muscles."

She stopped talking and started to slowly lift all the way up to the tip of
his huge cock then came back down, just as slowly, squeezing and releasing as
she went, with as much control as one would expect from someone with lots of
experience, not someone with a penis inside of her for the first time. It only
took a few ups and downs, and both Alex and Katrina exploded simultaneously,
Alex shooting so much sperm into her that that was the end of anything that
could be termed controlled, from that moment on. The feeling of all that fluid
shooting into her vagina sent Katrina into sexual convulsions.

Entwining her gymnast's legs with his runner's, it was instantly evident which
activity builds the most power. She was completely lost in the moment and as
she arched her back and clenched hard on his dick with her pussy muscles, her
legs powered down on his, for leverage, causing poor Alex to yelp in pain. Not
even noticing his cries, Katrina stared blankly at the ceiling, fondling her
magnificent tits, pinching her ever hardening nipples, moaning loudly.

Alex tried to endure the pain in his legs, instead focusing on the incredible
feelings that her ever twitching, ever flexing pussy was causing. He reached
up to fondle her breasts and instantly his hands were slammed down on either
side of his head. "Suck on them, Alex."

I can't reach them, you're too short." She bolted forward, scrunching his body
like an accordion. So now his legs were sore and his body was painfully bent
and she was so much stronger than him that he could do nothing to stop her. So
he did the best he could to suck on those babies, but she couldn't keep still
and started battering his face with breasts that were so firm, they were
almost like getting hit with fists. And then she started pounding up and down
with her luscious hips and ass like some kind of human jackhammer.

Somewhere in the back of her sex addled mind she knew that he was probably
having a hard time enduring this physical punishment, but she couldn't help
herself.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that this sexual dynamo was even
more over the top than Kimmy, and pretty close to Marcia in sexual wildness.
She was so much smaller than them, how could she be exhibiting so much force.
But even through the pain, he knew he was having the sexual experience of a
lifetime. Katrina went on like this for fifteen or twenty minutes, not
stopping even to catch her breath. She came countless times. He came four or
five times in that short period, something he knew was extraordinary by any
standards, for a man at least, and it was surely do to the excitement of being
intertwined with this magnificent sex machine. It was hard to believe that it
was her first time.

Well, it wasn't exactly her first time. It was her first time having
intercourse. She had certainly engaged in fun physical experimentation with
many of her gymnast friends. And like so many teens, she had engaged in oral
sex with guys. If they were cool, it was mutual, if they weren't cool, well
then she just used them. She hadn't met anyone yet who could stop her, and she
knew what she liked, and that was a tongue in her pussy. But today, she was
reveling in a cock filling her, and what a cock it was.

Another aspect of being in the kind of condition that Katrina was in was that
she pretty much wore every partner out, and today was no exception. At some
point in the midst of all the pounding and flailing about, Karina became aware
through her sexual haze, that Alex had gone limp. His body, that is. Just as
Kimmy had said, his member remained hard as a rock. She rode him to a couple
more orgasms, and then popped herself off and went to take another quick
shower. When he revived, it was time for some oral gratification. She brought
a warm wet washcloth back with her, to clean him up so that the fun would be
mutually enjoyed.