Power Girls  Pt. 4  
 by Musclehead



The party was starting to break up, a lot of men filled with mixed feelings
after seeing the biggest guy in the group get his ass kicked by a teenage
girl. Well, more than just an ass kicking, it was about as one sided as any
physical confrontation could be. But all the men were also struggling to deny
to themselves how hot they thought all these muscle girls were, wondering what
it would be like to have sex with one of them, even as they wouldn't outwardly
acknowledge being turned on by muscle and strength in a female. At that very
least, none of them could ever again deny that females could be as good or
even better athletes than males.

The women in the group had a very different reaction than the men. They all
felt empowered, knowing that it was possible, that they could all get strong,
very strong, equal to or even better than their husbands. They might not be
able to perform on as high a level athletically as some of the girls that they
had seen in action today, but quite frankly, few people could. Karen was
feeling especially liberated, knowing that Frank would never try to hurt her
again, for fear of Katrina. It was especially gratifying to use his face for
her pleasure considering he hadn't satisfied her in years.

Katrina and Kimmy pulled Mary aside to talk to her for a few minutes, after
which Mary and Fred talked for a few more minutes, before Mary went over and
told Karen what was on their minds, well not everything. "Karen, you're in
charge of your life now. I think you should tell your husband to go home, lick
his wounds, clean up and then go to bed. Tell him that you'll be along when
you feel like it."

Finally almost everyone was gone. Fred and Mary had invited Karen inside. "We
want you to join us tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"We want you to join us in our bed. You've had it bad with old Frank. Join
us."

"Oh, I don't know if I can handle that, fucking another woman's husband.
Besides, you are so awesome, I don't compare."

"Don't sell yourself short. Katrina wants to start training you. She says
you're a natural. She said thirteen weeks and you'll be ready to join their
little "power girls" group, even though you're at least twenty some years
older than them. Believe me, that's the ultimate compliment. And, trust me,
Katrina knows. She wants to train you for free. Where she works, she gets
seventy-five dollars an hour to train people."

Before Karen could object, Mary took her by the hand and led her towards the
stairs, Fred following behind, prepared to do everything Mary asked for this
woman's sake except stick his dick in her. So they spent the next couple of
hours doing all sorts of things involving oral sex, Karen turning out to be
every bit as wild as Mary, and surprisingly, able to keep up with this super
fit couple.

In the meantime, Kimmy and her friends who had been at the party decided to do
what wild women with amazing, athletic bodies do, get naked and get in the
pool. Wendy, Cathy and Michelle, along with Kimmy and Katrina, decided to have
a diving contest. The only girl conspicuously missing was Marcia. Under the
pretext of showing Tim, the high school wrestler, where the girls work out,
she took him down to the basement gym. Alex had gone into the kitchen to get a
bite to eat, and then had gone back out to the pool to watch the fun.

By the time Alex got back to the pool, Michelle and Katrina were gone. He had
remembered that they had a little thing going earlier in the summer, so he
thought little of it, except he was disappointed that it looked like he
wouldn't be doing it with Katrina as promised. But he forgot all about it when
Kimmy came over to him, naked and wet, her magnificent tits seeming to be
pointing at him, droplets of water on the tips of her nipples glistening from
the lighting coming in the pool. Then she did something she had never done
before, at least not that he knew of, at least not with him. Something he
didn't think she'd be capable of, although he should have known better. His
step-sister and indeed all their group seemed pretty much capable of anything
involving physical strength.

Kimmy bent in front of Alex, shot an arm between his legs and lifted him onto
her shoulders. Then she turned around, walked over to the pool and slowly
raised him over her head till her powerful arms were fully extended. She threw
him into the pool with such authority that he flew out to the middle before
splashing down. Before he had even come to the surface, Wendy had stripped off
his swim trunks. Maybe this was going to be the sexual treat that Katrina was
talking about, every guy's dream, three girls at once.

And these weren't just any three girls, as he already knew, any one of these
girls by themselves, because of their physical skills, was way better than
most guys would be lucky enough to experience in their lives, but three at
once was almost beyond comprehension. They played around in the water for a
while, but soon realized, as they all liked a lot of oral gratification, this
was not easy to do in the water, so they wound up on the lawn, getting
themselves into a mind numbing variety of positions for most of the two hours,
while Fred and Mary were introducing Karen to the joys of coupling with really
strong, fit people, not to mention her first time in a threesome.

Katrina and Michelle, who hadn't seen each other all summer, decided to renew
their relationship and fell into a couple of hours of licking and sucking and
fondling each other.

Meanwhile: "So, do all you girls work out here?" Tim and Marcia had made their
way to Kimmy and Katrina's basement workout room.

"No, each of us has our own place to work out in our own homes, but sometimes
we work out together."

"There's hardly anything here. How can you get almost as strong as guys with
just a few dumbbells a chinning bar and a mat?"

"First of all, we, at least all the girls you saw today, all have gymnastics
backgrounds. Nothing builds strength like gymnastics, and to correct you, we
haven't gotten almost as strong as guys, we've gotten stronger than guys."

"Stronger than average guys, not stronger than trained guys, and wrestling
builds strength as well as or better than gymnastics."

"No, I meant stronger than trained guys also and I guarantee you any gymnast
is pound for pound, stronger than almost any wrestler."

"Whatever."

"I thought you had a good attitude after you and Kimmy wrestled. Was I wrong?"

"What do you mean? I admitted that she would have beaten most of the guys I
wrestled this year. I accepted that she was almost as good as me."

Marcia was starting to get a little annoyed. "What do you mean almost as good?
It looked like a tie to me."

"Well, yeah, but I wasn't motivated to do my very best, and I'm sure she was.
Ya know, beating a state champ would be something she'd really try hard to do.
What's the big deal?"

"I just thought you were more accepting of how extraordinary she was."

"I was, jeeze, I admitted that she was almost as good as me. What else do you
want?"

"She was holding back because it was just a friendly family picnic."

"That's bullshit."

"Not only that, I wanted to wrestle you, but since I weigh one sixty we didn't
want you to have any excuses, since you weigh less than one fifty-five."

"That was during the season, I weigh about one sixty-five now, and I wouldn't
have needed any excuses."

"Well, you know what, I'm not too happy about your attitude. So if you want to
fuck me, you're gonna have to wrestle me and beat me. What do you think about
that?"

"You're on, bitch. Should we just wear our bathing suits?"

"For now." So they squared off. Marcia had decided that Tim wasn't so cool
after all. She was more annoyed than usual because she had such high hopes for
this guy. Leaving aside his match with Kimmy, hadn't he figured out how
extraordinary Katrina was? Did he think he could body slam a two hundred and
fifty pound man, or jump close to five feet in the air from a standstill? Did
he think he could do those amazing pull-ups, or whatever they were? Timmy had
to be taught a lesson, and in such an overwhelming fashion that there would be
no denying that Marcia was much stronger and more capable than he. In
addition, he called her a bitch. Big mistake. She was going to really take it
to him, not right away, but very soon.

They tied up and struggled for advantage, apparently somewhat equal in
strength. But after ten years of training, Tim had more wrestling skills and
soon he had Marcia on her back, struggling not to be beaten, as Tim positioned
himself for a cross chest pin. He reached for a leg, and her legs folded up
towards their bodies, leading Tim to think he might get that half cradle.
Suddenly, Marcia exploded her legs downward, doing a kip-up and propelling
herself into a standing position, carrying a startled Tim along so that now
she was upright, holding him across her chest.

As quickly as she had powered up, she started to roll backwards, and at
exactly the right moment, threw Tim over her head and behind her, sending him
crashing into the wall and crumpling into a heap. It happened in an instant,
evidence of Marcia's speed having been greatly improved wrestling with
Katrina, arguably one of the fastest people going. Marcia had always relied on
her enormous strength, but now she had astonishing quickness to go along with
the power. Not good news for any opponent.

Tim lay there, trying to recoup, trying to figure out what had happened to
him. When he finally got his bearings, he looked over at Marcia, still dazed,
but able to focus. And what he focused on was a naked Marcia, rubbing her
swollen biceps in anticipation of what she was about to do to this poor guy.
As she turned straight towards him, he gasped, as it dawned on him that she
looked even more formidable nude than she had in her bikini. She had very
marked devil's horn below her highly detailed abs, and obliques that looked
like they could take his hardest punch, indeed a torso that screamed power.
And those tits stuck straight out on deep pecs.

She was clean shaven, the first time he had ever seen such a thing in his
young life, and he was at once very turned on and very frightened as he stared
at this specimen of a woman, the veins in her biceps pulsing in
synchronization with the throbbing of her pussy. He was a little more cautious
this time as he approached her. He was sure she had surprised or tricked him.
That was the only answer. Soon enough, with his heightened strength, borne of
newfound respect for hers, and his wrestling skills, finely honed over those
ten years of experience, he had Marcia on the defensive. She was on her knees
and he had her arms wrapped up as he bent her backwards, her shoulders getting
ever closer to the mat for a pin. Tim was already envisioning his dick inside
her pussy, ... ..or maybe her mouth.

Just as she was about to be pinned, from a position with almost no leverage,
using just the power of her magnificent core muscles, she blasted forward,
right through his offense and his desperate efforts at a defense. In less than
two seconds, using unbelievable strength, and equally amazing speed, Tim was
on his back, his entire upper torso, along with his arms, entangled in her
legs as she sat high up on him, facing his body, half on his chest, half on
his head, her lower legs wrapped underneath him.

She grabbed one of his legs and pulled up, folding him in half. Quick as a
wink, she lifted and tucked that leg into her hold on his upper body, and then
she took his other leg and bent it up, tucking it under his other leg. Katrina
would have been proud of the speed that Marcia had shown, much quicker than
this former state champ. He was completely immobile, tied up under her and she
still had both her arms free. A strong, extremely skilled wrestler had a near
pin reversed by blazing speed and overpowering strength in the blink of an eye
by a girl who didn't have his skills, but was so much stronger than him and so
much faster that he could do nothing to stop her, or even slow her down. She
leaned away from him, arching her back till the top of her head was touching
the floor, her tits pointing straight up at the ceiling, a position which
painfully tightened her leghold on him. This caused some part of his tangled
body, she didn't know which and she didn't care, to rub against her pussy and
as she fondled her tits, staring blankly at the ceiling she bounced up and
down on his completely captured body, until she had the first, and second and
third sexual meltdown of the evening.

Finally, she let him go, and he flopped to the floor as she bounced to her
feet and stood there staring down at him, her body quivering as her arousal
became more and more intense, fueled by an awareness of her own awesomeness.
This guy was a state champion wrestler and she was handling him with ease.
Time to turn up the heat even more. She backed up against the wall, waiting
for him to do his best to recover as she stuck her finger deep into her
already wet pussy and brought herself off yet again.

When Tim finally was able to clear the cobwebs out he looked over at her, this
goddess who had already proved herself stronger by far, leaning against the
wall, eyes closed, head rolling back as she masturbated, so aware of her
power, so taken with her unique brand of sexuality. Tim could not help but be
aroused and in the process deluding himself into thinking that she was ready
for him. He yanked his shorts off and approached her, his dick hard as a rock.
It was decent sized, but he was no Alex, or Fred for that matter.

As he got to her, he put his hands on her powerful hips and started running
them up and down her hard obliques as he licked at her neck and rubbed his
boner against her. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him in a bearhug,
lifted him just enough to take two steps forward, and then jumped with those
otherworldly legs, almost two feet, as if his hundred and sixty-five pounds
wasn't even there. She slammed him so hard onto his back that he was once
again too stunned to defend himself.

Now to show him what leg strength was really all about. As he lay there flat
on his back, struggling for breath, Marcia folded his body at the waist so his
feet were up by his ears, and then grabbed his wrists, pulling his arms
straight down along his sides. She sat down on the back of his hamstrings, her
own thick legs split out to the side, taking delightful pleasure in noting how
much more muscular they were than his. Grabbing poor Tim by the back of the
head, she leaned back and as his body came off the mat, she wrapped her legs
around him and under his back, capturing his arms, legs and torso all at once.

She let go of his head and he dropped back to the mat, her feet and lower legs
under him, her amazingly detailed quads around his sides, her round hard ass
sitting on the back of his legs. Then she waited for him to become fully aware
of his predicament. Finally, Tim focused on her pretty face, and felt the
constrictions in his chest from being folded in half. She wasn't squeezing,
just holding him. When she was sure that he understood that he was completely
helpless once again, and that she still had her arms free, she rolled onto her
back, adding to his humiliation that now he was now suspended in the air, held
tight by her strong legs, held above him by her amazingly powerful core.

Marcia began fondling her beautiful breasts, cupping their roundness, pinching
her nipples, her clitoris getting just enough of a rub from the backs of his
legs. All Tim could do was look down and watch her enjoying herself. But soon
the orgasms start flowing like an open faucet, and that's when the squeezing
began, not consciously, but as her body involuntarily followed the sensations
from her pussy and her breasts, she began constricting legs that, it might be
remembered, could pop a volleyball.

And soon, as has happened so many times with these extraordinary girls, even
when they were with strong, fit guys, the moans of pleasure from the girls
were all too often mixed with cries of pain from the guys. Tim hovered
helplessly and in great pain as the strongest human being he had ever mixed it
up with writhed in ecstasy beneath him, at the peak of each orgasm crushing
inward with her awesome thighs until he feared he would be permanently
damaged. And she was lost in such a state that she seemed oblivious to his
plight, not that she would have cared.

After lots of sex with three of the power women out on the lawn, Alex had gone
into the kitchen under the pretext of getting some munchies. The girls outside
didn't mind. They had each other to enjoy until the return of that guy with
the dick that wouldn't fail, who now was able to keep up with them without
getting hurt. But he did need a break. As he entered the kitchen, he heard the
sounds coming from the basement, faint moans of pleasure and other more
muffled cries. Curiosity got the better of him and he went exploring.

When he entered the workout room, Marcia had mercifully let Tim out of the
death grip of her legs, but had him pinned to the floor, his arms and legs now
under the control of her strong arms as she fucked his face with reckless
abandon, hence the reason his cries having been more muffled when first
drawing Alex's attention. Even though Alex had slipped his swim trunks back
on, his erection was still obvious. Marcia looked over at him through glassy
eyes and just about growled, "Ohhhhh, Alex." She turned back to what she was
doing for a few more seconds, grinding her powerful hips back and forth, using
Tim's face for one more over the top sexual explosion. Then she got off of
him, grabbed an ankle and flung him aside like he was a dead cat, out of the
way, turning towards Alex, looking at him like a lion looks at an antelope.

"I didn't even bother with his very average cock. I want yours. Take off those
swim shorts right now, or they might get ruined when I rip them off." Alex was
tired, but Marcia excited him even more than the other woman did, so hot, so
dangerous. Marcia and Kimmy always wanted him and others to believe that they
were about the same in the strength and physical skills department, even
harkening back to that first encounter when Marcia explained that her
wrestling match with Kimmy had been fixed. Alex didn't believe it. He had had
sex with both of them.

Marcia rarely held back, and if Alex had to pick a stronger one, it would
definitely be Marcia. Maybe back then, Kimmy had more skills, but surely
Marcia had improved those also, wrestling with super quick Katrina all summer.
At any rate, the thought of doing it with Marcia had him more excited than he
had been all evening, even after an encounter with three women at once. Alex
and Marcia hadn't had sex for almost two months, and at this moment, with her
muscles pumped from destroying Tim, her hair disheveled, and wet from sweat,
she looked like the ultimate sexual animal. This was going to be intense
beyond imagination.

Both of these people had already had enough sex this evening to exhaust an
average person. But they were both extremely aroused and ready to go at it
some more, a lot more. Her whole body was quivering from what she had already
done to Tim, completely awash in her own awesome power and sexuality, but also
from the thoughts of Alex's huge cock that she was about to devour. He was
shaking with anticipation, from this woman in front of him with this most
amazing body, at once all woman and with strength that few people, let alone
women, ever achieve. She started towards him, running her hands up and down
her body, as if to remind him what that torso, those legs, those shoulders and
arms, and those awesome tits felt like, and the things she could do with that
body.

Then she abruptly stopped. She turned back to Tim, went over, grabbed him
under an armpit, and lifted him with one hand as if he were a small child,
dragging him across the mat, turning and sitting him up against the wall. She
bent down and rubbed those extraordinary tits against his face to revive him.
Then she lectured him for a moment.

"Tim, see Alex over here. He might not have as much muscle as you, but he has
enough to be able to keep up with me without getting too banged up. By the
way, give him another thirteen weeks, and he'll pass you, strength-wise. Look
at his dick. It's almost twice as big as yours. But the big difference, the
real difference, he accepts my physical strength. He wouldn't think for even a
minute of comparing the things I can do with my body to what he can do. That's
why, Tim, even though our sex will be over the top amazing, and he'll probably
get a little roughed up, he won't get beaten up the way you did. I don't have
to show him who the superior one is. Sit and watch, and learn. If you even try
to get up, I will make it feel like what I've done to you so far was a massage
compared to what I will do to you."

"First lesson. Since he's got such a great attitude about strong women, I want
to give him as much pleasure as he gives me, while reminding him how strong I
am." She sauntered over to Alex. He put his hands on her shoulders and started
licking her breasts. She was already so close to the edge that she shuddered
in orgasm right away. Then she put her hands under his butt and lifted, ever
so slowly so Tim could fully comprehend how much strength it took to lift him
out in front of her with just arm strength. She took him into her mouth,
swirling her tongue around that rigid bad boy while slowly walking over to the
wall, just a few feet from Tim.

After teasing him with her mouth for a few seconds, she lowered him slightly
so that he was wedged between her firm tits. Then she let go with her hands
and held him in place against the wall, just by leaning into him with those
puppies. His hands were still on her shoulders, but that was more for balance.
She was holding him there. Marcia started moving up and down and side to side
all at the same time. In less than a minute, Alex moaned loudly, the sound of
someone in complete sexual meltdown as he sprayed all over her tits and
shoulders.

Marcia again took him under his butt and gently laid him down on the mat. Then
she walked back towards Tim and got down on her knees in front of him. "Lick
all of it off my tits or I'll hurt you again." Tim had been mulling over in
his mind what had happened. Convincing himself that she had taken him by
surprise, he decided that she couldn't have gotten him into those painful
holds if she hadn't first stunned him with some sort of sneak attack or trick.
It was clear that he still didn't get it. He wasn't about to lick some other
guy's cum off her tits so he decided it was time to surprise her. As Marcia
leaned in, leading with those massive breasts she closed her eyes and Tim saw
his chance.

He lashed out and punched her hard into her obliques. She kept coming forward.
He struck again on the other side, swinging in with a powerful right hook. Her
eyes opened, blazing with anger. She was about to show him why they call tits
like hers, torpedo tits. It wasn't just because they stuck straight out from
her powerful pecs, but they were also weapons when she wanted them to be. She
dove forward, slamming them into his face, putting her hands on the wall, and
leaning in for all she was worth, pushing so hard that Tim couldn't breathe.

In desperation, he wrapped his arms around her back and tried to push back.
Marcia took advantage of the moment, so fast, so strong, twisting to the side
and slamming him onto his back on the mat. She entwined her legs around his,
and in an instant showed him that in addition to being pound for pound
stronger even than state champ wrestlers, gymnasts are also more flexible. She
spread her legs to the sides, doing a split, something that is second nature
for a gymnast, but not for a wrestler. It also reinforced the notion that she
was way stronger than him as he could not stop the painful outward stretching
of his crotch, indeed, once again, he couldn't even slow her down.

Marcia usually didn't get into all the clich'd female wrestling things, like
grapevines or tit smothers. She was way too skilled and way too strong for
that. She liked to simply improvise and overwhelm with inconceivable power.
But right now all she wanted to do was pound this jerk into oblivion. So now,
she had his legs painfully entwined in hers and she was spreading them to the
sides as she pressed her tits into his face. So she grabbed his arms and
spread them out to the sides with ease, then the hip thrusts started.

As she pounded him into the mat, she came again and again, one orgasm
overlapping the next. Alex watched in awe, thankful that he wasn't the one
underneath this sexual powerhouse. At some point, through her sexual trance,
she noticed that Tim was no longer struggling. She got off him, noticing that
he was breathing deeply, so at least she hadn't killed him, and that his dick
had deflated. She still wasn't satisfied, looking over at Alex, marveling in
that much bigger boner. She pushed Alex down on his back and they got into a
sixty-nine position, orally pleasuring each other through another batch of
amazing over the top releases.

Stopping only to catch their breath, Marcia looked over at Tim, who was
starting to stir. She went over and straddled his body. As soon as he saw her,
his dick immediately got hard again. "Are you ready to admit that I am way
faster, way more skilled, and most important, way stronger than you?"

"Yes. You are a goddess. A powerful sexual goddess. I worship the ground you
walk on. You are indestructible. I hit you as hard as I could and you didn't
even flinch. You turn me on more than I've ever been turned on."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"More than anything."

"Well, guys don't fuck me, I fuck them. And I must warn you, my pussy muscles
are as powerful as the rest of me."

"I'll take my chances."

Marcia slowly lowered herself, spreading her legs to the side, this time into
a full French split. How was it possible that someone with so much muscle
could be so flexible? But with Marcia, anything was possible. She impaled
herself on his dick, and then turned to Alex. "Alex, honey, I can tell that
this 'oh so average' dick isn't going to be enough." She leaned forward,
grabbed both of Tim's arms, crossed them across his chest, high up, almost to
his throat, and then transferred them to one hand. With her other, she reached
back, grabbed one of her muscular cheeks, and spread them.

"Climb on, Alex, and put that bad boy in my butt." Alex did as told. As soon
as he had entered her, she instructed him to reach around and fondle her tits,
and to hold on for dear life. This might seem under ordinary circumstances
that this would be two guys exploiting a woman, but anything involving Marcia
could never be considered ordinary and no one ever exploited her. She fucked
Tim so hard that Alex really did have to hold on for dear life, and as she
reached her peak, she was slamming down on poor Tim with not only her
bodyweight, but Alex's also, her arousal so out of control it was as if her
strength had doubled and wasn't even slowed down by Alex's weight on her back.

When she finally finished testing the limits of Tim's ability to take a
pounding and Alex's ability to ride a bucking bronco, (or should it be
bronca), Marcia asked Alex if he had had enough, because she wanted to tutor
Tim some more in the art of how to please a woman with his mouth. He gave her
a kiss and hug and quietly stole out of the room as Marcia turned her
attention back to a very aroused but also a very bruised and frightened Tim,
pinning him in a kneeling position against the wall, as she leaned into him
and pushed her pussy into his face and the back of his head into the wall once
again.

Alex was exhausted. It had been quite a night, first with three power girls at
the same time, and then with the most powerful power girl, who never failed to
make any sexual experience way beyond expectations. As he slipped down the
hallway to his room, he could still hear quiet carryings on coming from his
Dad and Step-Mom's room. He closed the door to his room, behind him and as he
turned on the nightlite, "Where have you been? We've been waiting for you,"
whispered Katrina in that cherubic voice of hers.

Both Michelle and Katrina looked like little pixies compared to the woman he
had just been with. But Alex knew all too well that looks can be deceiving. He
knew what Katrina was capable of, even though she was much smaller. It was
that five or six inches in height difference that made Katrina seem so tiny by
comparison. But when you think about it, it would stand to reason that she
must have an extremely dense musculature in order to weigh only fifteen pounds
less than Marcia, and only ten less than her much bigger sister. And Michelle
was no slouch in the strength department, either, even though she was even
smaller than Katrina.

At any rate, these two little muscle angels kneeling on his bed were soooo
inviting, and yet, Alex had already been through the sexual ringer tonight.
"Ladies, you're going to have to do most of the work, my tank is near empty.

"I'm sure we're quite capable of siphoning more out of it," cooed Michelle.
God, he was so into her. It had been since early summer, and he knew that his
step-sister Karina had more than enough of what it takes to make and man
quiver with sexual anticipation, but he really had a thing for Michelle. He
was going to have to reach deep into his reserves, but he knew it would be
worth the effort.

Unexpectedly, as he got within reach, the giggling girls grabbed him, threw
him on the bed and started tickling him. But soon enough, two tongues were
licking his still hard dick like it was a giant candy cane. They knew that he
had been out with the three girls by the pool, but they didn't know about his
encounter with Marcia. Between licks, Michelle asked Alex how many times he
had come already that night. Between moans of pleasure Alex told them that he
had lost count. Maybe six or seven. Extraordinary for a man, but considering
the women he had been with, maybe not so amazing. Every one of them could make
a dead man come, (as the Rolling Stones used to say).

Just before Alex started to erupt, Michelle took him into her mouth while
Katrina scooted down and licked Michelle's pussy, and Alex fumbled around
blindly until he found Katrina's snatch with his finger. They all came
simultaneously, as it should be.

"Rest a minute and watch us, Alex. We've been practicing some stuff that we
don't even think the other power girls can do. We still have the best
gymnastics skills, probably because we haven't gotten quite as big as the
rest." His curiousity was piqued, to say the least. The girls went over to the
middle of the room. Michelle continued to explain, "I'm really strong, Alex,
probably stronger than you still, but Katrina here has twenty pounds on me,
and she is stronger, so she'll be the bottom on some of these moves."

Katrina went into the middle of the room and got herself into a headstand,
with her arms out and spread for balance. She then proceeded to spread her
muscular legs out all the way to the sides in a French split. "Are you ready,
girlfriend?" asked Michelle. Katrina let out an affirmative grunt. Michelle
placed her hands on Katrina's thighs, about six inches or so in from her knees
and raised herself into a handstand, on Katrina's powerful legs. The strength
it took to do this is phenomenal, both with Katrina holding Michelle's weight
while in a split and both of them showing unbelievable balance. Then, to make
matters even more amazing, once they were sure of their balance, Michelle
slowly bent her arms, lowered herself down and started to lick Katrina's
pretty shaved pussy. Alex could not believe that they could keep their balance
as Katrina convulsed in ecstasy, never wavering from keeping her friend aloft.

When it was over, Michelle, with arms still bent, and face still right at
Katrina's crotch, pushed off powerfully and nailed a landing on her feet, as
Katrina somersaulted out of her position. Alex sat stunned, his dick seeming
to get even harder, feeling like it had grown some, there was so much blood in
it. "What's next," he managed to utter.

"Not so fast, big boy. Did you find that erotic?"

"More than anything I've ever seen, and since I've been around you power
girls, I've seen a lot."

"Well, your penis looks like it's about to explode." Michelle came over to
where he was sitting. His dick was pointing straight up in the air. She stood,
straddling that monster, and slowly went into a kneeling position, taking,
almost sucking the tip into her pussy. And she stayed right there, with just
the tip inserted into her vagina. Since she was so small, her tits were right
at his face level. "Suck on them, Alex." He didn't have to be told twice.
While he worked on her perfect breasts, she squeezed and released, squeezed
and released, without moving in any other way. Once again, they both had a
huge explosion as Katrina watched, satisfied for the moment to bring herself
off with her own fingers.

"Oh, God, Michelle, that was awesome. I'm so glad we finally hooked up."

"Oh, Alex. Do you have a thing for our little Michelle?"

He blushed. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Well, I like you too. And don't worry, I'm not the jealous type. I know
you've fucked every power girl, some, several times while I was gone this
summer. Or should I say, they fuck you?"

"Probably the latter. I couldn't stop any one of them from doing whatever they
wanted with me."

"Well, who can blame them? You have that magic dick. And you've gained some
muscle too."

"Yeah, but I know that you're all still stronger than me."

"We've all had a head start, doing gymnastics since we were all about five or
so. But enough chit chat. We want to show you our next little move." This time
it was Michelle's turn to be the down partner, sort of. She got herself into a
full handstand, and then spread her legs out like Katrina had done before.
This time Katrina stood behind her and licked and teased until Michelle was on
the verge once again.

"Ready, Michelle?"

"Yeah." Michelle closed her legs around Katina's neck. Katrina braced herself,
put her hands under Michelle's perfect round butt, and then Michelle started
to lift her body until she was actually cantilevered straight out, with
Katrina's neck and shoulders and arms bearing her weight, but it was
Michelle's powerful core muscles doing the hard work. Katrina again started
licking. This position could only be called a sexual flying buttress. Michelle
managed to hold herself totally rigid as she screamed in delight, the
difficulty of their maneuver only heightening the response of her
over-stimulated clitoris.

After the most recent unbelievable exhibition from these two wonder pixies, it
seemed to Alex that there was nothing left to top that. Wrong. "Alex, dear
step-brother. Can I just say brother, it's less awkward to say?" He nodded,
what else could he say? "We've got one more thing to show you, a two parter.
First, it's what we do to ourselves. And then we'll show you how we can do it
to you, a guaranteed move to take you somewhere you've never been before."

The girls went to the middle of the again and embraced, kneading each other's
gorgeous ass and rubbing their spectacular tits against each other. "Ready?"

"Ready." Katrina went into a handstand followed by Michelle doing the same
thing, facing each other. Alex marveled at how their tits remained sticking
straight out whether they were standing or upside down. They walked on their
hands a couple of steps closer until those breasts were touching each other,
nipples swollen from arousal and anticipation. Then Katrina spread her legs
and Michelle followed suit, but each girl twisting their powerful torsos and
intertwining their legs, like two overlapping Vs, a thigh coming to rest on
the other's pussy.

Both girls simultaneously started rubbing the other's pussy by moving their
legs in and out, even as they rubbed their breasts together, requiring great
control and torso strength. Alex couldn't believe that these girls could
maintain balance and not tumble as they achieved their sexual meltdowns, tits
rubbing, legs moving in and out, even as those powerful arms continued to hold
them upside down. No amount of Core Synergistics (Q91Y) could prepare a person
for this. The girls, again on their feet, went over to Alex, his penis again
looking like it was engorged with more blood than an entire human body holds.

Michelle came over to where Alex was sitting and took him by the hand, leading
him out into the middle of the room. "Lie down right here on your back." After
he lay down, the girls took a few seconds to confer, whispering and giggling.
Then Michelle had a few more instructions. "Alex, your amazing cock is
pointing up towards your face. You need to hold it, way down by the base so
your hand doesn't get in the way, and point it straight up towards the
ceiling." He did as told. The girls took their positions, one on either side
of him, and then once again going into handstands. They got in the same
position as before walking towards each other on their hands, bringing their
boobs together once again, but this time with Alex's member sandwiched in
between.

"Okay, you can let go." This time, the voice was Katrina's. Alex's dick wanted
to return to its natural position, but the firmness of the two gymnast's
breasts won out. Only tits this firm could do this. "For our next trick, Alex,
you just lie there. I told you that you were going to have the sexual
experience of your life. Hopefully this is it." The girls again entwined their
legs, but this time bending their knees around the other's, to further lock
themselves together and avoid any falling. As if things couldn't get even more
unbelievable, these powerful little women started to do handstand pushups,
their full breasts running up and down Alex's rigid member. Alex was receiving
the first double tit-fuck in history, administered by two of the most
physically talented females imaginable. It indeed was the most erotic sight
imaginable and the most startlingly awesome feelings Alex had ever
experienced.

He came in huge gobs, all over their rock hard abs, shooting so high that some
of it hit their entwined legs. He came for close to a minute, the girls
joining him in their own sexual nirvana even as they kept cranking out the
dual handstand pushups. Alex passed out and the girls disentangled themselves.
But they still had one more use for his unfailing dick. They threw a blanket
over him and then left the room for a moment and went down the hall to Fred
and Mary's room where they were sleeping, arm in arm and a slumbering Karen
lying at their feet.

The incredibly strong Katrina picked up the sleeping Karen as if she weighed
nothing. When they got back to the room, Katrina laid Karen down next to Alex,
and the two gymnasts practiced a few more sexual positions while waiting for
Alex and/or Karen to wake up. Karen awoke first. She looked over at the girls,
startled that she had awoken in a different place. Katrina came over and
kneeled next to her. "Mom texted me that you had a wonderful time with them,
but that Dad wouldn't put his dick in you, because he felt that that would be
cheating. You need to have that feeling since that fat husband of yours
doesn't do his job."

"His dick wasn't that big either. I was hoping for Fred, 'cause he was pretty
big."

Michelle pulled the blanket off of Alex. "Well, this guy is even bigger than
his Dad, and when we girls, oh he does love our muscles, when we girls get him
going, his dick stays hard for hours.

Karen's eyes widened at the site of Alex's monster. "Oh my God. He's twice as
big as Frank. May I?"

"Be our guest." The girls got up to leave.

"No, please stay." The girls decided to take Karen to a new place, sexually
speaking. Karen impaled herself on the still sleeping Alex. "Are you sure he
won't mind?"

"We're sure." As Karen closed her eyes and started to slowly move up and down,
Katrina and Michelle positioned themselves on either side of her and began to
lick and fondle her boobs. In one evening, Karen had gone from an unsatisfied
housewife with a jerk-off husband to having a foursome with two girls of
unbelievable physical and sexual skills and a guy with a huge dick that never
quit. As she had another intense climax she decided that she definitely liked
this more.