Power Girls Part 5
by  Musclehead 



The next morning there were naked muscular bodies strewn all over Fred and
Mary's home. Everyone had had a long evening of sexual experimentation, some
of a tender nature, some amazingly creative making use of world class athletic
skills, and one, using overpowering strength to deal out a life changing
experience to a young man who had previously thought of himself as the best at
what he did.

Tim was eighteen years old and only a half a year before had been a state
champion wrestler at a hundred and fifty-five pounds. And now he had had the
shit beaten out of him and been sexually used by a woman two years older than
him and slightly smaller, but much stronger, in fact so strong that once she
got going, she couldn't be stopped from doing anything she wanted to the poor
guy. By the end of the evening, Marcia had destroyed him, physically,
sexually, and most definitely, mentally. Tim's world had been realigned in two
short hours.

Prior to his encounter with this unbelievable woman, he had been willing to
accept that some female athletes could be better and even stronger than
average guys, but Marcia showed him that there are women out there who are not
only way beyond average guys, but also able to completely overwhelm even guys
who were at the top of their game.

He awoke, quite bruised and sore, and the first thing he saw when he opened
his eyes was the sleeping, awesomely powerful, naked body of the girl who had
put him into that beaten up condition. His first reflex was to slip away in
fear, but he surprised himself that the more overriding feeling was to worship
this most physically perfect creature who lay there next to him, breathing
deeply, occasionally moaning in her sleep, probably dreaming about having her
way with him. Tim rolled onto his side, wincing in pain from his bruised ribs
as he turned towards Marcia to watch her beautiful body, the first time he had
been able to study her physical perfection, the previous evening allowing no
opportunity, as she was a blur of explosive motion the night before.

He propped his head up on the palm of his hand, his elbow on the mat, and
watched as her beautiful breasts rose and fell with each breath, her abs
tightening and relaxing as her hands involuntarily found their way to her
crotch, even as she slept. As her fingertips found their target, she opened
her eyes suddenly as her digits produced a clitoral wakeup call. Marcia turned
towards Tim, a glazed look morphing into a predatory one, filling Tim with
fear even as "Little Timmy" betrayed him.

Marcia pulled her legs up, and then explosively kipped into a standing
position, much as she had done while holding Tim across her chest just hours
ago. He swallowed hard and fell onto his back as she made her way to him,
stepping over and straddling his prone body and staring down at him with her
hands on her hips. Even as he shook with fear and trepidation, he suddenly
ejaculated, hard, with no stimulus other than gazing at the muscle goddess
standing over him.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she cooed, as she rubbed his still twitching
dick with her foot. "How would you like a little morning snack? Don't worry, I
washed."

"I'm afraid of getting more hurt."

"So, you're willing to admit that I can hurt you any time I want to?"

"Yes, even if you don't want to. I can't believe how strong you are. And
you're faster than me too, not to mention, your flexibility and all. I can't
begin to compare."

She smiled down at him. A friendly smile, meant to put him at ease, not
frighten him. "Now you're learning. Do you believe me now about gymnastics?"
He nodded. "You have to be able to do everything in gymnastics, flexibility,
coordination, quickness, ability to adjust, and especially, strength. Some of
those little girl gymnasts that weigh eighty or ninety pounds are as strong as
their full grown Dads. So, if you take all those skills and strength and
double the size," she put her arms out, the palms of her hands open and
upward, "you have, ... ..me, a one woman wrecking crew. You also have Kimmy
and the others and on a slightly smaller scale, Katrina and Michelle. But
right now you have me."

Suddenly, without warning, she jumped into the air, high above him, and spread
her body out parallel to the mat and to Tim, pulling her arms and legs back
and leading with her powerful torso. As she descended, he cringed, sure that
she was going to flatten him. At the last second, she put her arms and bent
legs out and landed, straddling his shaking body. As her giggling subsided,
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. Look, I'll lie on my back. I'll try to control
myself. Okay?"

Marcia lied down on her back and spread her legs out to the sides. Tim
positioned himself between her knees, on his knees and leaned forward, his
tongue finding her pretty shaved pussy. Soon enough that powerful body was
twisting and writhing, trying to keep herself under control even as she was
losing it. Tim was going at it with the dedication of a young man who had
surrendered his soul to this goddess. As he pushed his tongue deeply into her
throbbing pussy, suddenly her knees were clamping in on his ribcage and her
feet and ankles went under his lower torso as she lifted his entire body off
the mat with her legs.

She started to swing her legs left and right, totally unaware of his hundred
and sixty-five pounds that were being carried along as wave after wave of
sensation flooded her being. Finally after one very intense swinging of her
legs to the side, her grip on his body loosened and poor Tim rolled halfway
across the room. He lay there in a heap, moaning, and not from arousal as he
watched this woman continue to convulse in pleasure even though he was no
longer servicing her.

Finally, calming down, she looked his way. "I'm sorry, Tim. I really can't
control myself. Your tongue was soooooo nice. I hope I didn't hurt you. Did I
squeeze? I don't even know."

Tim rolled onto his back, not having enough energy to respond, but his dick
provided evidence that even as she was once again roughing him up, she turned
him on like crazy. Marcia made her way over to him on her hands and her knees,
and as he lifted his head, he shook in fear that she was still wasn't
satisfied, which could only mean one thing, more pleasure for her, more pain
for him. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable
when suddenly he felt his member engulfed in her warm mouth.

For the first time since he had met this dynamo, his moans were of pleasure.
As she swallowed ever drop, he passed out. When Tim awoke, Marcia was gone,
and he couldn't remember being as sore from any workout or any wrestling match
that he had had in four years of high school wrestling. All he knew was that
he thought Marcia was by far the most exciting woman he had ever met, even as
he had to swallow his pride and except that even though he had been a state
champ, he simply was not in her league. As he gathered himself to leave and he
picked up his shorts to put them on, a slip of paper dropped to the floor. He
picked up a note that Marcia had written on the back of a workout sheet: "Your
attitude has improved but you're not enough competition for me. Next time,
bring a friend and maybe the two of you might have a chance." She wrote her
cell phone number so Tim assumed that he should call her. Maybe after the
soreness and bruises went away.

The next afternoon, Katrina, Kimmy and Marcia were lounging around the pool
after each had had their own intense workout in their own way, earlier in the
day. There had been lots of physical activity the day before, but these girls
had an endless supply of energy and each had a fierce determination to
continue to improve themselves. The conversation turned to finding guys who
could keep up with them. All the girls seemed somewhat subdued. They talked
about Alex. Yeah, he had improved himself tremendously over the last three
months. He had a great attitude and he had that big, long thick cock, that
didn't quit.

But, he really had a thing for Michelle and her for him. And he might have a
chance of being close to her strength-wise considering he outweighed her by
more than forty pounds. But the fact was that any of these three hanging out
by the pool could wipe him out without breaking a sweat in any kind of
physical contest, and all three girls craved that kind of competition. And
yes, they all enjoyed beating the crap out of guys who needed attitude
adjustments.

Marcia, especially, got so aroused beating guys that her only worry was that
she was really going to hurt someone at some point since holding back was not
something she did very often. Indeed, even when she was trying to control
herself towards the end of her encounter with Tim, she still threw him halfway
across the room as she achieved yet another sexual peak.

Part of the problem they all faced was that most of the guys that would be
able to be close to their level of physical excellence were usually jerks. So,
in the meantime they all agreed that they had each other, and they knew that
Michelle wouldn't mind that any of them might make use of Alex's huge dick
from time to time. "You, know, girls," Katrina pondered, "there's even a
problem with getting some sexual satisfaction from Alex."

"Oh, God. What is it?"

"He's going back to school on Saturday."

"Oh, yeah. Well, that sucks. What about you," asked Marcia as she reached over
and started to rub Katrina's perfect ass. "Aren't you going back to that elite
gymnastics school?"

"No, I've had enough of that. The physical foundation that gymnastics gave me
has been great, but I'm making a lot of money doing personal training and now
I have my special project, taking a somewhat fit middle aged woman who has
great genetics and potential and turning her into someone who will perform at
or near our level."

"Karen?"

"Yeah. Mmmmm, that feels nice, Marcia." Katrina stopped talking for a moment
and absorbed the great feelings of having her muscular ass kneaded. Soon, a
finger went farther and Katrina squealed in delight. Coming down from the
unexpected buzz, she had an idea.

I don't know why I didn't think of this before. Who could possibly compete
with us, except much bigger guys, like football players, and such? And usually
they're assholes. Besides, that's really not so much fun, they're only
competitive because of their size. They're not as quick, or coordinated or
flexible."

"What are you getting at, girlfriend?"

"Guy gymnasts. They're the only people who are pound for pound as strong as we
are, a lot of them are about the same size, and most of them have great
attitudes. Some are even gay, and you know, the sexual feather in any girl's
cap is to turn a gay guy straight because she's so hot. And we are all soooo
hot."

Kimmy propped herself up on her elbow and looked over at Marcia. "Hey, what
happened with Tim last night? You didn't tell us."

"I thought he had a good attitude at first, and it's really not that bad
compared to many guy jocks. He has a nice, strong body. Well, not that strong
by our standards. But at first, he seemed to accept your awesomeness." Marcia
stopped talking for a minute and reached out to touch Kimmy's thick arm,
stroking it and running her fingertip along the length of the vein that looked
like a poison ivy vine on a tree branch. "He did admit that you were a better
wrestler than all the guys he had competed against during his run to the state
championship, but still couldn't accept that you were his equal based on the
match you had."

Marcia continued. "And it didn't register with him how much of an outlier
Katrina is, beating up a guy who was almost twice as big as her. When I told
him that you were holding back, he got defensive, saying that you were
probably trying your hardest and that he wasn't. I had some hope for him, and
he really pissed me off when it turned out that he needed more education. We
got into an argument about which activity builds more strength, gymnastics or
wrestling."

"Well," interjected Katrina, "You can't blame him too much for that. Most
people don't realize that throwing yourself around with reckless abandon and
total control at the same time requires strength and other skills that are
beyond the comprehension of most people, even wrestlers."

"Well, there's no doubt in his mind any more. He has readily admitted that he
could do nothing to defend himself against me once I got going. And I got so
turned on. Just the very thought that I could so easily handle a guy who was
had just as easily as he had handled all of his competition in the past, my
God, that got me going so much that I think my strength started to build on
itself. The more turned on I got, the more easily I overwhelmed him. I mean,
ya know, he's got all these wrestling skills, probably ten or more years of
training, way more actual wrestling skills than me. And as he's trying to put
these moves on me, I'm blowing right through both his offense and his defense
with blazing speed and explosive strength. It was a slaughter. In the end, he
was worshipping the ground I walk on. I'm sure my efforts to re-arrange his
outlook were totally successful."

"So, what's the problem?"

"I need more competition. And that's a problem. If a state champion wrestler
who's a little bigger than me is no competition, who is? Also, he's no Alex.
Ya know, in the meat department." She stopped talking for a minute and lay
down on her back. There seemed to be an almost sadness to her. "Who can give
me a contest?"

"Well, I can."

"So can I."

"Sorry, girls. I know I say I don't hold back, but I have been with you two,
'cause you're my friends and I don't want to hurt your feelings."

"That's bullshit. We've been practicing with each other all summer. We're
about even."

"And you said that Katrina was about even with us, strength-wise last night
before she whupped up on that old guy," reminded Kimmy.

"I know I said that. Look, you guys give me a good fight, and Katrina, you are
the most amazing athlete ever. In many ways the best of us all. I think that
we're about even, maybe you're a tiny bit ahead, pound for pound,
strength-wise but since I weigh twenty-two pounds more than you, I still am
stronger, over all. For all your speed, I don't think you can overcome that
size and strength difference. And Kimmy, I'm twelve pounds more than you, but
practicing with Katrina all summer, has made me faster than you. So, right
now, unless we find some huge guy with great skills, I'm afraid that I can't
be beaten. In fact, you two would be the only ones that can even come close.
Beating Tim was easy, really easy. It's never easy with either one of you."

"Since when do you weigh that much?" asked Kimmy. "I thought we were only
about five pounds apart."

"Were. I've been increasing my protein intake, just like Katrina, 'cause she
was starting to scare me."

Instead of being offended, Kimmy and Katrina pretty much accepted Marcia's
claim. Any guy would have bristled at such an assertion, but they knew she was
right. Kimmy looked over at her friend. "Well, what are you going to do?"

"I left my phone number with Tim. He was unconscious when I left him. Not from
beating him up. When he finally had made it clear that he understood how
vastly superior I am to him, I gave him such a great oral treat that he passed
out. Anyway, I'm hoping he can help me find some competition. If nothing else,
maybe he'll find someone who needs an attitude adjustment. I still enjoy that.
But, right now, I didn't think that you guys would accept what I just said
without an argument. I'm mean, I know we're all cool, but we're also
competitive. Besides, even if I can beat either one of you, I'm sure you're
pretty indestructible because of your conditioning."

"What did you have in mind?" asked Kimmy.

"Why don't you two wrestle and then the winner can wrestle me." So they
wrestled. It was easy to see why either one of them would be way too much for
just about anyone else to handle. Both were so skilled, so fast and so strong.
Katrina turned out to be quicker, so fast that sometimes her moves were over
before even the very fast Kimmy could react to, but eventually, Kimmy's ten
pound weight advantage and corresponding edge in the strength department won
out, though she could not pin her amazing little sister, she got her into a
hold that Katrina simply could not break out of and so she surrendered.

Since they were already intertwined with each other, and very turned on from
the touching of perfect bodies, they took a minute, each sister pulling the
other's suit to the side and tonguing the other to a nice climax.

Marcia was chomping at the bit to go at it, and while Kimmy rested for a
minute, (she only needed a minute), Marcia went over to the pullup bar. "I
wanna try those pull-ups like you did last night, Katrina." She went over to
the bar and Katrina came over and stood next to her. As thick as Katrina was,
she just seemed so small next to Marcia. Any helpful hints, girlfriend?"

"Just power up, explode."

"And speaking of power, girls, I've been doing a lot of crossfit exercises
recently." She jumped up and grabbed the bar and then knocked out ten of these
extremely difficult pull-ups, even though she had never done them before, but
she had done a lot of muscle-ups with the crossfit. If seeing little Katrina
doing them was truly amazing, seeing big Marcia doing them was beyond belief.

She dropped down, and turned to Kimmy, her big arms pulsing with power, pumped
from the exertion. "Do you still want to wrestle, Kimmy?"

"Girlfriend, you are so awesome, but I'm pretty hot stuff also, and I don't
need to remind you that I'm completely fearless. So they wrestled. Marcia
definitely had the edge in the strength department because of the twelve pound
advantage, and due to all her practice with super quick Katrina during the
summer, she was faster than Kimmy also. Kimmy really put up a good fight, and
watching the action, Katrina was aware that what Marcia had said was true
about holding back. She was really unbeatable, and it was going to be next to
impossible to find anyone, even guy gymnasts who could give her a match.

Maybe there was a wrestler out there, someone in the hundred and ninety pound
area that might challenge her. Maybe Tim knew someone. If he had a good
attitude about muscle women, it would be so sweet for him, and if not, well,
it would not be sweet, to say the least. But the fact was, they were all in
the same boat, finding good competition besides each other was going to be a
task. They were all going to have to make do enjoying the fruits of adjusting
the attitudes of guys who couldn't accept their awesomeness. But Kimmy was
resolved to catch back up to Marcia, sizewise and strengthwise. At the
beginning of the summer, they were even, and she was determined to get to that
point yet again.

About two months later

All three girls had spent most of their free time working out, and practicing
their wrestling. And eating like there was no tomorrow. Katrina seemed to have
leveled off, already just about as big as her five feet two inches would
allow. And Marcia, as well, gained about three more pounds, settling in a
hundred and seventy pounds of raw power. It was Kimmy who had gained the most,
catching Marcia. She also had the advantage of living with Katrina, arguably
one of the quickest people imaginable, so they wrestled more often, and
Kimmy's reaction time had greatly improved.

Her matches with Marcia were truly unbelievable, sometimes winning, sometimes
not, and many matches ending with no clear outcome, just brutal competition
that could go on for as long as they liked, each magnificent women seeming to
have untold reserves of energy.

Tim was working out like crazy, doing the Q91Y and eating well, and now that
he was more enlightened as to the amazing abilities of the power girls, they
allowed him to be around from time to time, also partly due to the fact that
he lived close by. He had gained ten pounds and could almost give Katrina a
contest, now that he was thirty pounds heavier than her. But even with that
weight advantage, she was still stronger than him and a lot faster and she
still beat him every time. Knowing that if he beat her, he'd get to fuck her
was a powerful incentive, but he still never won, indeed, she'd pin him or get
him to submit every single time. He still felt a certain privilege having his
face sat on, which she always did after she whupped him, and inevitably he'd
have at least one good orgasm after every encounter, with no actual
stimulation other than being in the presence of this diminutive goddess, while
she would have as many as she wanted.

Neither Kimmy or Marcia ever bothered wrestling with Tim again. What was the
point? He had had his outlook re-arranged, his dick wasn't an adequate size,
and though he had gotten better, they had both gotten much better, and either
one of them would have run through him like shit through a goose. But every
once in a while, he did provide fodder for them in the form of unwitting
victims, guys with un-enlightened attitudes.

On one memorable occasion, Tim brought by this guy he had met years ago at a
wrestling camp in junior high. But when high school started, the guy had
stopped wrestling to play basketball. He was in town and looked Tim up. He
turned out to be quite the asshole, full of himself, and thinking of women as
simply being there so serve at his pleasure. Indeed, he had been sort of a big
man on campus, starring in football and baseball as well as basketball while
in high school, and all the most popular babes were there at his beckoning.
Now, he had shown himself to be just another loser, having flunked out of
college.

After hanging out for just a few hours, Tim came to wonder why he bothered. It
seemed as if Jason was still in junior high school, maturity-wise as well as
intellectually. And his attitude towards women was positively neanderthal.
Time for an attitude adjustment. Tim thought that suggesting that Jason
wrestle one of the power girls outright, wouldn't work. He called Kimmy,
because he knew that during the cooler months, Kimmy dressed to show off her
curvy body and great tits, but not flaunt her muscles the way the other two
tended to do. He figured that if Jason saw a lot of muscle right away, he
might have time to think and consequently not be willing to mix it up.

As soon as Jason saw Kimmy, that round ass in her tight jeans, that peasant
blouse that showed off her great tits, he knew he wanted to fuck her, in fact,
he was sure it would happen, so sure, so deluded into thinking that he was
irresistible. She could tell that he was an asshole right away, and when he
was out of earshot, she thanked Tim. "Tim, I've been wanting to mess some guy
up for a while now. He seems like a total dickwad. Maybe after I destroy him,
I'll give you a little treat."

"Kimmy, I think you're as hot as Marcia, and though I know I can never compete
with you, it would be my honor to give you pleasure in any way you like."

Eventually, talk got around to wrestling. Jason listened while Tim told him
how he had become state champ at a hundred and fifty five. "Well, what
happened? Why aren't you wrestling in college?" asked Jason. "Did you flunk
out like me?"

"No. Actually, last summer, I got beaten, really badly, by someone, smaller
than me. It was just an informal match. This wrestler was so much better and
so much stronger that I felt like I was being toyed with, like when I thought
I had my opponent almost pinned, with all the leverage, a great hold, and then
in just a second or two, it was me who was completely helpless. This happened
over and over. I was sore and bruised for days, the worst beating of my life."

"Who is this guy. Maybe I know him. Gimme a name."

"Marcia. Marcia Demme."

"That's a girl name. You got beat by a girl?"

"I got destroyed by a girl. She was a gymnast who gotten a lot bigger than
your usual gymnast. She was way faster than me, more flexible and coordinated,
and a whole lot stronger. I couldn't do anything to stop her."

"You pussy. You must really suck. No girl can do that."

Time for Kimmy to chime in. "He was a state champ, won almost every one of his
matches by a pin in his senior year, and it's not very nice of you to call him
that."

"I can't believe it. God, what a faggot you are. I guarantee, no girl could
beat me."

"I think Kimmy here could."

"Babe, you are one hot Momma and I'd like to fuck you, and I'm sure you want
to fuck me. I haven't met very many chicks who can resist me, unless they're
dykes."

"Well, the only way I'd want to fuck you would be if you could beat me."

"Where, when.?"

"How about right now? We have mats in our exercise room down in the basement."

"You're on, bitch."

"My, you are the charmer, aren't you? Tim, take this guy down to the workout
room. Jason, strip down to your underpants."

"Good idea, less to take off after I beat you."

As they were heading to the basement, Kimmy winked at Tim and whispered, "That
was easy. Not too bright, is he?" She headed to her room, deciding to dress as
sexy as possible. Tease the motherfucker. She put on some of Katrina's terry
cloth running shorts that were tight on Katrina's smaller body, so on Kimmy,
they were at the point where they would have ripped if they hadn't been such a
pliable material. Underneath, she had on a pink thong. Then a pink tanktop
tied under her big round breasts. She rolled those shorts down so the outfit
really emphasized her amazing core, those abs, those obliques, world class
devil's horns and the sides of the pink thong showing above the shorts. She
put on a choker collar, ankle bracelet set and those cute pink workout gloves.
One more thing, kneesocks, the kind that came up over the tops of the knees,
very sexy, very pink. Everything was pink except the terrycloth shorts. She
wanted to emphasize to this asshole that he was getting beaten by a very
feminine female. Looking in the mirror she could tell that whether he would be
willing to admit it or not, she was hot, hot, hot. She knew Tim would
appreciate the outfit and the body.

She threw Katrina's oversized sweatshirt on and made her way down to the
basement. When she got down there, she pulled Tim aside. "Tim, I think we have
mistreated you, or at least Marcia, ya know, by not fucking you just because
you have only an average sized dick. You've really come around as far as
attitude goes, and you've gotten a lot stronger. And even if you don't match
us in strength, you're still certainly way beyond most, and as far as your
dick goes, remember what Little Richard used to say, "It's not the size of the
ship, it's the size of the waves."

"Why are you saying this?"

"Well, not to sound conceited or anything, but you haven't seen my body since
I gained about ten pounds of muscle, and with the outfit I have on, well, I
think you're going to like what you see. You should be rewarded for all the
improvements you've made in yourself. After I kick his ass, you and I are
going to do it right in front of him."

"Kimmy, I would love to do it with your more than anything, but he weighs
twenty-five pounds more than you, he's a trained athlete and he's got a mean
streak."

"Then he might have a chance." She smiled, a Cheshire cat smile. "Nah." She
turned to Jason. "Oh, I see you've got a few muscles there, Jason." Her
mocking tone went right over his head.

"Yeah, that's right. And I'm a lot bigger than you. Why don't we just skip the
wrestling, throw Tim out and get down to fucking. That's what I want, that's
what you want."

"Once again, that suave demeanor. But I like to wrestle." She pulled the
sweatshirt over her head. Tim gasped. He understood instantly that this was
more than just another curvy, sexy body. He knew that Kimmy had caught up with
Marcia in the awesomeness department. He remembered how badly mismatched he
had been against Marcia and he had been wrestling several hours a day only a
couple of months before their match, or rather mismatch. Yes, Jason was quite
a bit bigger, but he hadn't wrestled in years.

Jason had a different response. "Wow, you are one hot bitch. I can see you've
got some muscles, more than most, probably steroids, but you're still a girl
and you probably weigh fifty pounds less than me. I'm gonna kick your ass and
then maybe I'll fuck you in the ass."

Kimmy turned around so he could see that muscular ass. "I don't do any
steroids, and I probably am closer to you in weight than you think, 'cause my
muscles are surely denser than yours. In fact, I think you look kind of soft
compared to me." She flexed her ass, causing the fabric to inch up revealing
some rock hard cheek. "And this ass could crush your dick. Enough talk. Let's
wrestle." She winked at Tim and then turned back towards Jason, just in time,
as he had decided to attack while she was looking at Tim. He hit her high on
her torso and slammed her onto her back, hard enough to knock the wind out of
an average person. But Kimmy was no average person.

Assuming that he had stunned her, Jason let down his guard for a second.
That's all it took. Kimmy started twisting and bucking with all her power and
easily dislodged herself from underneath Jason. With one final push, she
heaved him forward onto his hands and knees above her head. Throwing her legs
up and over her in a back flip, she reversed them so that she was on his back
facing his feet with her feet on the floor. It was an almost unbelievable
feat, considering she started on her back on the floor, but she just exploded
her legs up and back and the rest of her powerful body followed suit. Quickly
securing his head between her thighs, she pulled one of her calves up under
his throat while grabbing both of his arms, twisting them behind his back and
securing them in a double chicken wing, and re-grasping with just one hand, a
hand that it might be remembered could tighten nuts onto bolts without the aid
of a wrench.

And speaking of wrench, she reached down with her free hand, grabbed an ankle
and lifted, wrenching his back painfully the wrong way. So after a sneak
attack, Jason was upside down and completely helpless in less than a minute.
In spite of supporting his entire bodyweight, she stood on one leg, as steady
as a flamingo standing in a pond, as she pressured his neck and throat with
her other. Then she slowly fell forward, Jason crashing down onto his stomach
with her on top.

Jason was nowhere near as well conditioned as she was, and the fall did indeed
knock the wind out of him. Kimmy knew what to do next. She flipped him over
and planted her womanhood on his head, pulling the shorts and thong to the
side and shoving her bare pussy onto that gasping, convulsing mouth, riding
his face to a sweet, powerful orgasm as she slammed up and down on his head.

Kimmy got off of the dazed Jason and went over to Tim, who was leaning against
the wall, breathing heavily, his mouth open in disbelief. "You're easily as
strong as Marcia, probably stronger than she was when she destroyed me last
summer." He stopped talking for a second, trying to calm himself. "I'd have no
chance against you, even now with ten pounds more muscle." Kimmy reached out
and touched his crotch, knowing that he would be hard. She unfastened the
button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper, then pulled them down to his
ankles as he put a hand on her shoulder for balance while she took them off.
Then she stood up, reached out and ever so lightly touched him. He came
instantly and so hard that she had to reach out and hold him so he wouldn't
fall.

"I'm so sorry, Kimmy. You just turn me on so much."

"That's okay, I'm gonna make you come a lot more times tonight. But, right
now, back to business." She turned back to Jason, who was on his knees trying
to get his bearings, wondering whether she should let him completely regroup
or not. Yes, he was a total asshole and really needed to be taught a lesson,
but she also knew that she could still teach that lesson with him at full
strength. But, just to give him a little pain while he was recovering, she
went and stood behind him. She leaned forward and put one powerful hand on
each side of his ribs and started to squeeze. He screamed instantly and she
let go, backing up to a wall, awash in her own power, catching a view of
herself in the mirror on the far wall, so hot, so powerful, such a contrast to
the struggling male figure on his hands and knees in front of her.

Finally he got to his feet, furious at himself, pissed at her. He looked over
at Tim, who was smirking at him. "She must have tricked me or something. No
girl could do that."

"That's what I thought with Marcia. I was wrong. You're wrong."

"Shut up you faggot pussy." He turned toward Kimmy, snarling and came towards
her, murder in his eyes. They locked up arms on shoulders, his above hers,
sure of himself that he had the advantage due to being taller. But soon, his
arms seemed to be moving upwards, and in seconds his grip on her shoulders
came loose. Kimmy was pushing inward on his sides, right below his armpits,
then inching up, with such overwhelming power, that his arms were being forced
straight up into the air. As he let out a yelp of pain, she fell backwards and
threw him over her head, letting go at just the right moment, sending him
flying and crashing hard onto the floor once again. He lay there, flat on his
stomach, somewhat out of it. Kimmy went over and laid down on top of him,
perpendicular to him, the small of her back against the small of his. She bent
his legs at the knees, crossing them and holding onto the top one with one
hand, effectively hold the both in place, then reached forward and grabbed his
chin. She then started to bring her hands towards each other as if she was
doing flyes, with his body as the resistance. It was truly amazing. Anybody
who knows anything about lifting knows that doing a movement like this with
arms fully extended is very hard, but she was bending his body backwards from
this position.

Jason's arms were free and he was desperately trying to pry her hand from his
chin, with no luck. Kimmy was proving that her arms and chest, in a
compromised position, were stronger than his entire hundred and ninety plus
pounds. She continued this punishment for a full minute, finally, mercifully
letting go as his overtaxed body flopped to the floor. Kimmy was so turned on
now, aware that she was handling a much bigger guy, a trained athlete at that,
with such ease that it was hard to believe. She had a faraway look in her
eyes, her whole consciousness so aware that her abilities were way beyond what
most people could even conceive.

She started fondling her breasts as she stood there staring at her opponent
lying helpless on the mat, in such a sexual trance at the moment that she
suddenly tore her favorite tanktop as she pulled at it. She tossed it aside,
and then took off those tight shorts, only slightly more carefully, knowing
that they belonged to her sister. Kimmy went over and stared at herself in the
mirror, so satisfied in the knowledge that she had not only caught up to her
best friend in size and strength, but now matched her sister in physical
beauty and perfection, a larger version of Katrina. At that moment, Kimmy knew
that she was conceivably among the most perfect physical specimens on the
planet. Glancing over her should, she watch Tim convulsing in orgasm, even
though he wasn't touching himself, but just watching this goddess.

After he finished shaking, he looked into the reflected eyes, knowingly
staring at him. To be able to see all sides of her body, her magnificent tits
and hard abs, her powerful quads, and those perfect tie-ins where the legs
meet the torso, all that perfection, in the reflection and then the powerful
back, broad shoulders and perfect round hard ass, was too much for Tim and he
came again, less than a minute later, collapsing to the floor, sexually
overcome just by looking at her perfection.

Kimmy was ready to give Tim the fucking of his young life, and now he had
passed out even though she hadn't really done anything yet. Oh, well. Back to
poor Jason. He was on his knees now, still too stupid to comprehend how
superior she was to him. She came over and stood right in front of him, her
hands on her hips. As he gazed upon her perfect, almost naked body, he got
instantly hard in spite of his pain and humiliation. But anger was still the
leading emotion at the moment. Suddenly, he lashed out punching her as hard as
he could from a kneeling position. It had no effect. He lashed out several
more times, his hard fists hitting her hard abs with a loud smacking sound.

When his arms dropped to his sides, tired and completely ineffective, she
reached out, grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into her
stomach, so fast and with such force, that as soon as she let go of his head,
he fell onto his back. Kimmy was practically panting now, so turned on by her
physical dominance. She yanked of her thong and kneeled, straddling his head
facing his body. She pulled his legs up, folding him in half, then pulled his
arms over top of the legs, transferring his wrists to just one of her vise
like hands. She played with her clitoris, coming several times with her free
hand while she waited for Jason to revive. He finally started to wake up after
some of her girl goo from her digital stimulation dripped onto his face.

Once he was fully awake, she explained his predicament to him. "Jason,
Dickwad, I have your whole body completely under my control with one hand. You
need to understand that I am so vastly superior to you that I think I could
have taken on and destroyed two of you. In the world you travel in you may be
some big stud, but to me you are nothing." She slowly slid her knees to the
sides, her wet pussy descending onto his mouth. And she fucked his face to
many over the top orgasms, each one cascading onto the previous one, each more
intense than the last. At some point, she let go and leaned back, arching her
back, her head touching the floor, her hands fondling her beautiful breasts.

Tim watched in absolute awe, knowing that Kimmy was so well conditioned that
she could have a hundred orgasms at the expense of poor Jason's face and still
have plenty left for him. He was so enthralled with her otherworldly sexuality
that he hadn't noticed Katrina slip into the room and quietly watch from the
shadows as her sister worked her physical magic. Finally, Kimmy's attention
was drawn back out of her sexual trance when Jason shuddered and ejaculated
into his shorts, even though he was all but unconscious. She got up and
grabbed one of his ankles, turned and with truly stunning power whipped him
across the room where he smacked into a wall.

She left him lying there and turned towards Tim and slowly made her way
towards him. He was shaking almost uncontrollably. "Don't be afraid, Tim. I
won't hurt you. He deserved that. You don't."

"But you could cripple me if you wanted to."

"But I don't want to. In fact, I want to give you extra pleasure for having
brought that jerk-off over here. I had so much fun giving him a new outlook on
life. Too bad he's unconscious. I wanted him to see what kind of pleasure a
girl like me can give a guy if he has the right attitude." She gently took
Tim's hand and led him to the middle of the mat, then laid him down on his
back. "Spread your legs out some." He did as told. She got on her knees
between his. "Tim, I'm gonna make you come a hundred times tonight. Well,
maybe not a hundred, but more than you ever thought possible. First one. No
touching. Don't touch me, don't touch yourself. Just watch."

She proceeded to put on a display of self muscle worship, staring at Tim,
running her hands up and down her powerful torso, tracing the ridges of her
abs, running all her fingers at once along the rows of her obliques, up to her
shoulders, cupping her beautiful tits, back to the shoulders up and down her
powerful arms, then down along her bone crunching thighs. Her hands never
stopped roaming up and down and all over her perfect torso. She tried to lift
her breasts up so that she could lick her own nipples, but they were so firm
that they wouldn't give enough to allow her to reach her nipples.

Finally she erupted even though she hadn't touched her crotch at all, it must
have been a musclebasm. Tim shot his load at the same time. His dick may not
have been as big as Alex's but he shot a huge amount of cum more than two feet
into the air, all over his chest, everywhere. Kimmy smiled down at him and
then proceeded to lick every drop off. "Can't waste high quality protein," she
cooed. Katrina was still watching from the shadows. She had removed all her
clothes except her thong, thinking she might join them, but then deciding to
just watch for the time being.

While she was watching her amazing sister, she had her own quiet, personal
meltdown, undiscovered by Tim and Kimmy.

"Next on the agenda, Timmy dear." She re-positioned herself between his knees,
leaned forward. His penis seemed to be getting larger, probably because he was
as excited as he had ever been in his life. He was equally worked up with
Marcia, and at times with Katrina, but Marcia scared him and Katrina had
usually worn him out wrestling. This was different. Kimmy placed his boner in
between her large breasts and proceeded to give him a marvelous tit-fuck. He
came again minutes later. As if it couldn't get any better, she then took him
into her mouth. They were both lost in sexual reverie and didn't notice that
Jason had revived, had picked up an empty dumbbell bar and was moving
menacingly towards the couple.

But Katrina, who had been enjoying her finger buried deep in her own pussy,
opened her eyes just in time. Just as Jason started to swing the bar at
Kimmy's head, a tiny hand grabbed his wrist and stopped him cold in mid-swing.
A startled Kimmy looked up to see this big guy's arm being held firm by her
diminutive, but oh so strong little sister. She got an idea. "Hey Katrina.
First, thanks for saving me. This asshole thought he was going to be able to
beat me 'cause he thought he weighed fifty pounds more than me. Ya see where
I'm going with this?"

"Yeah, I think so. He probably weighs fifty more than me." Katrina got a big
shit eating grin on her face.

"We'll move out of the way." Kimmie scooped Tim up like he weighed nothing and
moved them over to the side and went back to sucking his dick, but this time
she flipped around so they were in a sixty-nine position and he could service
her at the same time.

Jason was trying to figured out how there could be two girls with this much
muscle in one place. The second one was quite a bit smaller but equally hot,
and as he was about to find out, way stronger than he was, and way faster. As
he got ready to fight, it was already too late. Still holding his wrist,
Katrina squeezed so hard that he dropped the bar. Before it hit the floor, she
had launched herself up, still holding his wrist, using his arm for leverage
as her powerful legs wrapped around his neck and head.

She torqued her powerful torso, twisting back in the direction of the arm she
was still holding onto, flipping Jason's much bigger body over her. Before he
even hit the mat, she had released her leg-hold on his neck, somehow gotten
out from under him and was on his back, twisting that arm up in a chicken wing
and grabbing the other arm to do the same. It was so extraordinarily fast that
Jason had not even made a single movement while this dynamo had gone from
standing next to him to wrapping her legs around his neck to sitting on his
back with his arms captured in just a few seconds.

And she didn't stop there. Just a blur of motion, she whirled around again,
lifting his head and shoving into her crotch as she wrapped her legs around
his arms, allowing them to straighten, but applying such inward force that
they were sticking up in the air putting tremendous pressure on his clavicles,
while his neck was bent backwards, as painful as his shoulders. Could she make
things worse? Of course she could. Her arms were completely free and as
Jason's legs involuntarily flailed about due to the pain he was in, she caught
each one at his ankles, pushing them out to the sides in a split, her arms
stronger than his legs.

Then she leaned back as Jason screamed, right into her pussy, causing her
whole body to go rigid as she herself screamed but for very different reasons.
Kimmy and Tim actually stopped their mutual licking and sucking for a moment
to watch yet another unbelievable performance from this mighty mite. "Kimmy,
she's really gonna hurt him. Shouldn't we stop her?"

"Hell no. The guy was going to hit me in the head with a bar the surely would
have been bad news for me. I don't care if she breaks every limb ... ..Now,
where were we?" They went back to pleasuring each other, ready to enjoy
several more climaxes before changing positions again. Katrina finished her
minute long orgasm and was once again on the move. Jason was pretty fucked up
now and if he was too slow to react before, he had zero defenses now. And it
must be remembered that in addition to having speed that he couldn't defend
against, she was stronger than him. He may have been an above average athlete
in high school and a big guy, but he was up against a young woman who was
probably in the top 1% when it came to strength.

Katrina got up off Jason and he flopped, lifeless to the mat. She dragged him
over to the wall, near Kimmy and Tim, who were still going at each other with
their mouths. Katrina liked having an audience, so she sat him up against the
wall, right next to them, and looked over at her sister and Tim. "Watch this."
Due to his height and her rather short stature, she only had to bend a little,
putting her big, firm tits in his face and leaning in with all her strength,
her hands on the wall on either side of his head. In only a few seconds, he
was struggling for breath. When he brought his hands up to try to fight her
off, again with lightning speed, she grabbed his arms and slammed them against
the wall. It wasn't just the speed that was startling, she pulled his hands
out with such force, it was as if he provided no resistance at all.

After a few minutes, she released him, but she wasn't done yet. Pulling him
along with her, back out into the middle of the room, Katrina had to hold the
beaten guy up so he wouldn't collapse. He was on his knees and she put her
hands under his armpits. "Guys, if you think what I've done to this jerk has
been pretty amazing so far, watch this." She pulled up suddenly and with
explosive power, flinging Jason into the air, flipping him over where he
landed on her shoulders in a classic backbreaker position.

"Holy shit," exclaimed Tim. She's never done anything like that with me."

"She holds back when she's wrestling you, because she likes you. She doesn't
want to hurt you." Tim shook his head incredulously. "And just think, Timmy,
she could cause you permanent damage if she didn't hold back, plus both Marcia
and I can beat her, but only due to the size difference. So imagine what
either one of us could do to you. That's why we don't wrestle you anymore."

"Are you saying that Marcia was also holding back when I wrestled her last
summer?"

"No, Marcia never holds back. But she weighs about fifteen pounds more now,
all muscle."

"But I'm ten pounds more, all muscle too."

"Trust me Tim. You've made great gains, but with you the gains have been
arithmetic, you know, addition. With us, the strength gains have been
multiplication. Are you ready to fuck?"

"Can I be on top?"

"No silly. Besides, I can control the action better and give you more pleasure
if I'm on top." So they coupled up. Just as Kimmy started to slowly move up
and down on Tim's member, Katrina came over and got down on her knees next to
them, with big Jason still draped over her shoulders, still upside down. She
positioned herself so that Jason's face was close enough to see Kimmy's pretty
pussy engulfing Tim's cock.

"Open your eyes, Dickwad ... ..Are they open, Kimmy? I can't see."

"No they're not open."

Katrina pulled down hard on his pain wracked body. "I said open your eyes,"
she growled.

"They're open now, Katrina."

"I want you to watch these two fucking. Kimmy, and myself are the best fucks
you can imagine, something you might have gotten to enjoy if you weren't such
a jerk. So you watch them. If you close your eyes, Kimmy, or Tim, will tell
me, and I'll pull down so hard that I'll break your back. And if you don't
think I can do it, just ask yourself how you got up across my shoulders in the
first place." So he watched. As she continued fucking Tim, Kimmy reached out,
playing with Katrina's nipples while Tim reached over and stuck a finger in
her pussy, probing for her G-spot.

Katrina came at the same moment as Tim and Kimmy, involuntarily pulling down
with her powerful arms in reaction to her orgasm, causing Jason more pain, but
not enough to permanently injure him. In mid orgasm, Katrina noticed that
though he was hurting, and barely conscious, Jason was also ejaculating.
Giggling to herself, Katrina jumped to her feet, another feat of strength
considering the weight on her shoulders. She went to the middle of the room,
turned to face Kimmy and Tim and slowly pressed Jason over her head until her
arms were fully locked out. As Tim and Kimmy applauded, Katrina stepped out
from under Jason's almost lifeless body and he fell to the floor, completely
unconscious.

"He might need the hospital, but I plead self defense. Can I join you guys?"

"I'm sure Tim would love to taste your sweet nectar while I milk him some
more." Katrina straddled Tim and slowly came down onto his outstretched
tongue, the leaned forward and sucking on her sister's tits while he probed
deeply and Kimmy squeezed his dick with her powerful pussy muscles and Jason
lay unconscious ten feet from them. After a while, Kimmy and Katrina treated
Tim to a double licking, thanking him for giving them the opportunity to let
themselves go, something they only did when an over the top ass whooping was
truly deserved. And even though Tim had never beaten her, and never would,
Katrina finally fucked him, both girls acknowledging that if he wasn't as big
as Alex, he sure had the staying power, and Katrina had concluded that his
dick was big enough for her and would be in the future, whenever she felt like
it..