Power Girls  Part 6  
by Musclehead



While Katrina was making a lot of money doing personal training at the local
gym, Kimmy was satisfied to make $35.00 an hour as a carpenter, because, one,
she wasn't into money that much, and, two, she loved being a carpenter. She
was very good at what she did and the company she worked for did some high end
work, with some of those homes that had gables all over the place, and the
occasional tower, or turret, or whatever you want to call it. These were
usually octagonal areas on the corners of fancy houses. The framing was
complicated, and she was the only on the crew that could do it. That's why she
got paid so much more per hour than the other carpenters.

It still didn't compare to the $75.00 per hour that Katrina made with her
personal training. But it really didn't matter to Kimmy, or Katrina, for that
matter. They had grown close as they got older and there was no sibling
rivalry between them. They were both socking away their earnings in savings,
and since they were living at home, each made a contribution toward the
household.

Marcia as well never thought about money, never really needed to. Her Dad made
a ton of money and she didn't need to work as she had him wrapped around her
little finger. But she did work anyway, during the day she worked with
children with disabilities. In the evenings she had an internet wrestling
service. She had started this not as a means of making money, but rather to
find someone, besides Kimmy and Katrina, who could give her some competition.
Kimmy had caught back up with her and Katrina was so awesome that she was
still competitive with the two bigger girls, but had topped out at 25 pounds
less than the other two, the only advantage they had over this quickest, and
arguably most ahletic of the three.

Marcia's website was not the usual muscle worship and fake wrestling with
creepy old men or schmoes. No, what Marcia did was offer a bet, a two thousand
dollar bet. If she won the match, she collected two thousand dollars, and if
she lost, it would be the other way around.

She put up some photos of herself that emphasized that she was both hot, and
formidable. So most of the time, she got serious inquiries. She required some
photos and background on her potential foes, and rejected anyone outright who
wasn't obviously fit and strong. Still, after a year, Marcia had a lot of
money in the bank, and not money that had come from Daddy. She was always
faster than the strongest of guys, while matching them in strength. And as she
matched the quicker ones in speed, her brute strength won out time after time.

As part of her background check, Maria insisted on a blood test to make sure
there were no guys with STDs. And obviously, that would lead most potential
opponents to believe that a sexual encounter might be in the offing. There
almost always is when there are supremely fit bodies involved. And there were
two things that Marcia knew about herself. One, if a guy gave her a good
match, that would get her turned on, and, two, if she wiped the mat with the
guy, that would get her turned on.

Many of these guys were fine athletes, and if they gave her a good match, they
would be rewarded with some fantastic sex. And if she wound up slaughtering
them, as was so often the case, Marcia would wind up so turned on by her own
awesomeness that she would wind up using the guy for her unique brand of sex,
which was always as intense as the wrestling had been. For Marcia, sex was a
full contact sport.

So in Marcia's quest for better competition from someone other than Kimmy and
Katrina, she had found some, but after a year, still had not been beaten.
There was one guy named Ben who outweighed her by twenty pounds and he was
fast, skilled and strong as an ox. Marcia still won, but she could not pin the
guy. He was rewarded with hours of out of this world sex, and she started
seeing him on a regular basis. She really felt that she had found someone
because even though he was a tremendous athlete, he had a great attitude and
thought it was cool that Marcia was an even better athlete than he was. They
wrestled and had over the top sex on a regular basis. She still always won,
but the competition was now something they both enjoyed so much that all bets
were off after that first time when he shelled out the two thousand. They also
had a lot in common, so it was more than just a physical relationship.

In early March of the next year, Marcia decided to take a vacation, on her
own, to Brazil. She was totally enthralled by Gracyanne Barbosa and some of
the other Brazilian women she had seen on the internet, so many awesome
bodies, every one as fit as the next, all seemingly so friendly and full of
life. She also was hoping for a chance to play some beach volleyball, it being
winter in the states, and the Brazilian women playing much the same way she
did, not with height advantage, like so many of the American women, most of
whom seemed to be six two or taller. No, she liked the ones in her height
range of five seven to five nine, who could jump through the roof. She had
remembered the Brazilian women being like that and being like her in that
regard.

When she returned from Brazil, she was a different person, at once more
excited than ever about the future, but her swagger was gone. Marcia had
always liked to show off, and she was supremely confident in her abilities and
well aware that she was an outlier, along with her friends. She was never
arrogant or conceited, but she knew what she could do, and she knew that no
one else in her life except Kimmy and Katrina could perform, physically, at
her level, and to only a slightly less degree, the other power girls. She also
knew that Mary was also exceptional, and if she had had the opportunities from
an earlier age, as all the power girls did, she also would be right up there.
As it was, she wasn't that far behind.

But what happened to Marcia in Brazil gave her a new outlook. She couldn't
wait to tell the other girls about her experience. She called Kimmy only hours
after she got home and they decided to get together the next night at
Marcia's. That was the first time they got together there. Previously they
always met at Kimmy and Katrina's house, because of the pool, the volleyball
court, and more recently, because of Alex.

Kimmy and Katrina were surprised by the relative modesty of Marcia's house,
well her Mom and Dad's house. It was nice, roomy, but it had none of the
trappings of wealth. They went up to Marcia's room. Both sisters could tell
that Marcia's demeanor was different than when she left for her South American
adventure. Her room was all frilly and girly, in marked contrast to the young
woman who could beat anyone, destroy anyone, in wrestling, present company
excepted. This muscle babe who could jump four feet out of the sand and hit a
volleyball over a hundred miles an hour had a collection of teddy bears on her
bed.

Volleyball was a big part of the story about her trip that she was about to
share with the girls. "So, on the very first day that I was there in Rio, I
found where the elite girls were playing ball and went to watch. I recognized
some of them from the Olympic coverage on TV. They were all terrific, and they
had those luscious asses that looked great as they did their spectacular jumps
when hitting the ball. They all were wearing next to nothing bathing suits,
just like all the women on the beach. And, by the way, all the women on the
beach were amazingly fit. Not necessarily real muscular, although there were
some of them also, but there wasn't an out of shape body to be seen. Except
some of the men. Actually, a lot of the men."

"After a while the volleyball players left. They didn't seem very friendly
towards anyone except each other. You'd think they might have at least
something to say about my muscles if nothing else. I asked if I could play and
they gave me a rather curt "No." They were kind of snotty, actually. I was
pretty disappointed. Then I went over by the net and realized that it was set
at a women's height. Makes sense, I guess. And they had it set a couple of
inches high, but not like the high men's net like we have in your back yard.
Suddenly I wasn't so impressed any more. At the very least, I knew right away
that I can jump higher than any of them."

"So, I was standing there, kind of alone, embarrassed at how they blew me off
when I hear this voice behind me. I turned around and there stood the most
stunningly beautiful woman you could imagine." Marcia stopped talking for a
minute, her thoughts wandering back to that sandy beach. "Her name was Maria.
She was about an inch taller than me and while she wasn't overtly muscular
like we all are, she certainly was strong and healthy looking, just like a lot
of the ones you see on You Tube, like Gracyanne. She was all tits and ass and
curves galore, every bodypart round and firm."

___________________________________cut to Brazil

"Don't mind them. They are all snobs. All the Portugese are that way. Just
because they are mostly wealthy, they look their noses down on everyone else."

"What do you mean Portugese?"

"They are descendents of the conquerors. I am from indigenous people.
Indians."

___________________________________back to Marcia's Bedroom

Marcia filled out her profile of Maria for her friends. "She certainly looked
Indian to me. Long, very straight jet black hair, dark skin. She was truly
stunning, better looking than any of the volleyball girls. Her tits were full
and round and so was that tush. You really didn't notice muscles, although
with her deep breaths you could see a hint of abs that would appear then
disappear with each breath. Like I said, you didn't really see muscles per
say, but she looked extravagantly healthy and fit."

____________________________Brazil

Maria continued. "They really think they're better than us Indians. But we
don't care."

"Maybe they're a little arrogant because they're the best volleyball players."

"They're not the best players. Not even close." Marcia was stunned. Two of
those women had finished second in the recent Olympics. "What is your name?"

" My name is Marcia. You say they aren't the best players. Who is then?"

"Me and some of my Indian friends." She smiled a huge, friendly smile, not at
all cocky, just rather matter of fact. Maria was wearing those big gold hoop
earrings, the only nod to fashion. She wore no makeup. Didn't need any. She
was so stunning with that dark hair, the dark skin and the glistening earrings
that makeup would have been superfluous. "Do you want to come and play with
us? We are not arrogant. We are all friendly."

"Why aren't you guys the Olympic players then?"

"Because of politics mostly, you know, with us being Indians. We are looked
down upon in this society. Plus, we don't want all that structure, with
coaches, trainers, managers, all that stuff. We just want to play and have
fun. Come on. We have a secluded area where we play and no one bothers us."
Maria led the way down the beach toward an area where there were less people.
Eventually they got to a spot where they would have to do some climbing and
hiking through some wooded area. "I love your muscles," Maria said out of the
blue. "Most people avoid coming to this secluded beach because it's hard to
get to. We'll have to do some climbing to get to it, but you look like you're
strong enough."

_________________________________________Bedroom

"Kimmy smiled, listening to her friend tell the story. "Did you tell her that
the only people you've met who were stronger than you were huge football
player types?"

"No, but that's part of my story. We actually had to climb a sheer rock wall.
I was scared as shit. It would have been quite a drop if I fell. I stood
frozen and watched Maria climb as easily as she walked. That was the first
time I saw her muscles, under the strain of the climb, other than a hint of
abs, like I said before, when she took a breath. She got to the top and
turned, looking down and offering me encouragement. There was something in her
sweet sing-songy voice that filled me with confidence and I really surprised
myself at how well I climbed, considering I had never done anything like that
before."

Katrina chimed in. "Girlfriend, you are such a great athlete that I think you
could do anything that you put your mind to." She reached out and touched
Marcia's arm, so lightly, so sensuously that it made Marcia shiver.

"Back to my story. We finally got to this beach after about fifteen or twenty
minutes of hiking. We came into this clearing where there were four girls
coming out of the water. They were all as stunning as Maria. All indians, just
about the same size and all were vibrantly healthy like Maria, with these
amazing curvy bodies. And thongs were the attire of the day. I was getting
horny just seeing these beautiful girls. The only time I've seen hot girls
like this is when we get together. Maria introduced me to all her friends. I
don't remember names too well. I think there was Rosa, Manuela, Andressa and
Xena, like the TV chick. Rosa and Xena had just won a game so Maria asked me
to be her partner to play against those two."

Marcia stopped talking for a second and pulled her sweatshirt off. She had a
tube top on underneath. "It's getting hot in here."

"It just got hotter," cooed Kimmy. "Your tan really highlights your muscles."

"Every time I think about Maria, I get turned on."

"Well, tell us more."

"I was glad to see that they had the net set at a men's height. They didn't
have it higher like we do in your guy's back yard, but the sand was much
deeper and softer. Anyway, first play of the game, they served me. I thought
that they wanted to see what I could do. And I didn't want to seem too
aggressive right off the bat, so instead of trying to blast it right at one of
them, I went for an open spot on the court. I still hit it hard, but not my
hardest. It was a good hit, and Xena dug it. I hit the ball away from her, but
she read me perfectly. She moved with lightning speed, covering the distance
in a flash, and it seemed effortless on her part. Her pass was perfect, as was
Rosa's set and Xena jumped high and put the ball away, at my feet, with a
quick snap of the wrist that I didn't anticipate. I knew instantly that what
Maria had said earlier was true. Xena had hit the ball hard, from as high
above the men's net as the Olympic girls had gotten on the women's net, ya
know which is ten inches lower."

"They served me again. I had a great jump, and this time I hit the ball the
way I usually do, as hard as possible but still for an open spot on the court.
Rosa still got a hand under it with her quickness, but it careened away and we
had a side out and a serve. They all complimented me on my power and said that
they were sure I was better than the Olympic girls also. On the next play,
Rosa had an awesome leap followed by a straight down hard hit. The only thing
that was even more impressive was that, ... ... ..Maria dug it. It was so
fuckin' amazing, as Rosa went up, Maria was way back in the usual defensive
position. She seemed to be in one place and then ten feet forward, digging the
ball a split second later. Her dig was perfect and I put up a great set."

"I found out right away why Xena and Rosa were serving the ball to me. Maria
buried the ball without any reaction from our opponents because it happened so
fast that they had no chance to even move before the ball was bouncing away,
far away. It wasn't just that it was one of the best hits I had ever seen, it
was that it seemed so easy for her. Whereas everything I do is so intense, my
jumps are more like explosions, my armswing so purposeful, Maria just seemed
to float into the air and the armswing almost an afterthought. But the fact
was her floating jump was higher than mine and her hit, well it didn't exactly
seem harder, but the ball hit the sand faster, so it must have been. She had a
lot of topspin, so the ball took off and flew way out of the court where mine
tend to pop straight up."

"I did have some successful hits and digs, and certainly was competitive and
about equal to Rosa and Xena, and in the next game, Andressa and Manuela,
although I seemed to work harder to play at their level, they all played with
an ease that I didn't have. I was Beethoven to their Mozart. Maria, on the
other hand was a thing unto herself. Always smiling, and giggling, as they all
were throughout, she was untouchable. When the other girls did manage to get
into position, they still couldn't dig her. She had that topspin on her hits,
sometimes a sort of sidespin that caused the ball to careen off in
unpredictable ways. That and the deceptive armswing that seemed to be almost
nonchalant but packed a punch at least equal to my hardest hits made her
impossible to read or dig. The other girls, in both games we played, tried to
keep the ball away from her, but when she did get a chance to hit, it was over
in a flash, every time. The few times one of them tried to block her was so
amazing to see. One woman high in the air, higher than most people can
imagine, with her arms outstretched, and Maria, even higher, hitting the ball
over those outstretched arms."

She stopped talking for a minute, her eyes glazed. Finally, "I get damp just
thinking about her. Just out to have fun, she is the best volleyball player in
the world, male or female. I wonder what she could accomplish if she actually
tried." While Marcia was talking about Maria, her hand absentmindedly found
its way inside her shorts.

Kimmy and Katrina looked at each other with the same thought. In seconds they
were all naked and enjoying each other's perfect bodies. After a round of
pleasuring each other, Marcia had more to say. "They play in this secluded
spot so they won't be found out. Maria seemed to know that if they, and
especially she, were found out, they wouldn't be left alone. I can relate to
that. We only play in your back yard so we won't be found out. Anyway, all the
Indian girls are so physically talented. Later, the other girls left and Maria
and I were alone in this spot. We talked and got to know each other and I was
absolutely floored when she told me that she had never lifted a weight, never
done any training at all, the other girls either. They just watched the
Olympic girls play and them taught themselves how to do it. That was when I
realized that they have even more genetic gifts than we do."

"I told her about you guys and the other power girls, and about my wrestling
website and how I still hadn't met anyone who could beat me. Maria said that
she liked wrestling too but that she had only done it once with her boyfriend.
Maria went on to explain how macho all the Brazilian guys were, or rather
thought they were, just like your mom said about that Raul guy down in Aruba.
After Maria beat her boyfriend in wrestling, or I guess we should say,
ex-boyfriend, he left, calling her names and being very nasty. But she said
that because she loved sex and she learned that if she was going to be with
any guys, she was going to have to not wrestle with them."

"Likewise, she had observed that they all seemed to like fit strong women when
it came to fucking, so she held nothing back during sex and her partners
always thanked her for the best sex of their lives even as they limped away
the next morning wondering how they had gotten so sore. We both talked about
those types of shared experiences and then we wrestled ... ... She almost beat
me. It was a very close fight, and I won, but the only people better than her
are you two. I'm sure she could beat Ben. And remember this is like the second
time she's wrestled. She is so amazing. We have all worked hard to get to
where we are, and Maria is in our league, just because she was born that way.
That's a pretty humbling thought."

"We made passionate love to each other and when we were taking a break, I told
her about how we had gotten our strength and skills foundation from
gymnastics. She asked me to show her some stuff. Think about this, girls. We
all learned how to do so many things when we were tiny little pixies and with
tons of practice, and this big girl, five eight and a hundred and seventy
pounds, was doing backflips and stuff like that after less than an hour.
Katrina, no offense girlfriend, I used to think you were the best athlete in
the world. Now I think maybe Maria is. She's at our level without even trying
and with no training. When we wrestled, I was stronger than her by a little,
but she was faster than me also." Marcia had a meltdown on the spot, just
thinking about Maria, while Kimmy and Katrina decided to help her out to take
her sexual nirvana to an even high level.

The girls went at it for half an hour, taking turns licking and sucking and
rubbing and kneading, sometimes gently sometimes a little more physically.
Eventually they felt sated. Marcia had one more little tale to tell the girls.

__________________________________Brazil

"Maria, I didn't quite get the thing about not wrestling with guys. I don't
know your culture very well, but ... "

"I'd be afraid that they would tell the authorities. Plus, I think they
wouldn't want to have sex with me if I beat them wrestling or fighting."

"Ohhhh, Baby. Let me tell you something. First, I guarantee that no macho guy
is going to tell anybody that he got his ass kicked by a girl, so you don't
have to worry about that. But the other thing is this. I told you about my
friends. All of us are way beyond the average guy as far as fitness and
athletic abilities, even guys who work out are never as strong as we are,
unless they're way bigger, and then we've usually got other skills such as
coordination, flexibility and quickness. All from gymnastics training, the
strength too, although we've all added weight training to our routines over
the years. We sort of found out by accident how much fun it is to beat the
crap out of some guy who thinks that he's a better athlete and stronger, just
because he's a guy. We have made it our mission to adjust the attitudes of
guys like that."

"We also found out what a turn on it is. I have had such intense orgasms
forcing a guy's face into my pussy while I've got his body twisted into a
pretzel. I can't even begin to describe it. And they don't have a choice about
having sex with us, but it's always sex our way, usually with a lot of faces
buried in pussies."

"Are all you American girls so wild?"

"I'm the worst. I really like to show off. Katrina is much smaller than us,
about twenty-five pounds and she's only five two. But I've seen her destroy
guys who were literally twice as big as her. I think that pound for pound,
she's the strongest and she's so fast. I've seen her make three or four moves
on an opponent before they've been able to react to the first one. We all now
have boyfriends who love our strength and don't have issues with the fact that
we are much better athletes than they are. But it is so much fun and such a
turn on to beat the crap out of some guy who deserves it and then use them for
our own sexual satisfaction in any way we want and for as long as we want."

"And another thing, Maria. Even these guys who say they don't like women's
muscles and can't stand that a woman can be stronger than a man. I don't know
about in your culture, but I can say that where I come from, those guys are
full of shit. Our muscles make us hotter than most women and these guys, even
as they're denying that they find us attractive, even as they hate that we can
beat them at everything, they get as turned on by our superiority as we do.
One time I had this guy' legs bent up by his head and his arms wrapped around
his legs and then I was holding his whole tangled body under my control with
one hand, and my other one was down below, my finger deep in my pussy as I
stared at him with total disdain. He came all over himself as he realized how
overwhelmingly superior I was to him."

"Marcia, I'm getting turned on just thinking about seeing you do that to a
guy."

"Maria, you almost beat me, which means that you can probably beat most any
guy you meet. If they are too macho to accept that, then you should make it
your mission to teach them that they aren't so macho after all. And they can't
say that they don't want to have sex with you afterwards. You just make them
do whatever you want."

Maria pushed Marcia and her back and began to stroke her abs. Just seconds
later they heard a man's voice. Maria reflexively withdrew her hand, knowing
that that was another thing the macho guys didn't approve of. "Oh, Chicita,
you two are some hot cuties." Maria looked back over her shoulder as two guys
approached them. Since Marcia was lying on her back, her muscle weren't so
prominent at the moment. What the guy's noticed were her awesome tits,
sticking up in the air. What are you ladies doing here at our volleyball
court? Marcia let Maria do the talking.

They talked in Portugese and by the men's body language Marcia could tell that
whatever Maria was saying, it was seemingly annoying these two guys. They were
both reasonably athletic looking, with some muscle. After a few minutes Maria
turned back to Marcia. "Let's show these assholes how well we play
volleyball." She had a twinkle in her eye that made Marcia think that the time
had come for Maria to assert her superiority. Maria stood, immediately
eliciting lewd comments from the guys about her fantastic body. These guys
felt that it was their birthright to say crude things about women's tits and
asses if they felt like it and Maria's were definitely world class. As Marcia
stood up, the one guy said she had great tits and ass also but that she should
get rid of those ugly muscles.

The girls served first. The one guy, Jose, had a good pass and the set was
right on the net as he went up to hit the ball. Maria stuffed him bad, her
entire torso above his outstretched hitting arm. He made some excuse about not
paying attention that she was blocking and went back to receive the next
serve. This time Maria didn't block and the other guy, Carlos, hit the ball
hard but she dug it with ease. Marcia put up a perfect set and Maria
absolutely buried the ball, literally only one foot from the net, slicing the
ball with an armswing that was so quick that the guys didn't even have time to
react.

Marcia decided that this was the moment to be her most aggressive, and every
chance she got, she pounded the ball straight at these jerks, all but knocking
them off their feet as her hits bounced away, undug time after time. Maria was
satisfied to just put the ball away into the sand in front of them, with her
usual laid back nature, but just as devastatingly as Marcia. By the end, these
guys were embarrassed and pissed, which is just what the girls wanted. They
decided to push a few more buttons.

On the final play of the game when Marcia had one more spike that hit into the
sand in front of Carlos, bouncing up and catching him painfully in the crotch.
She crossed the court to shake his hand but he pulled away, saying something
that, even though it was in Portugese, she was pretty sure it was an insult.
She turned to Maria and whispered, "Let me take both of the guys at the same
time okay?" Maria smiled and nodded her approval. Then Marcia turned back to
the guy. "If you think my muscles are so ugly, how come your tiny little dick
is hard."

That was all it took. The guy leaped at Marcia and she caught him in mid air
squeezing him in a bearhug as the guy ineffectively beat on her back and
shoulders. Carlos' buddy, Jose, rushed to his rescue coming in from the side.
Quick as a wink, while still squeezing the life out of the Carlos, Marcia
swung out with one of her powerful legs and swept Jose's legs out from under
him. As he fell to the ground onto his back, Marcia leaped off the one foot
that was still on the ground and slammed Carlos onto Jose, with her on top.
She scampered up before they could react, jumped high in the air laying
herself out and slamming down on the two of them once again, knocking the wind
out of both of them at once.

She got up and pulled Carlos off Jose, repositioning him on his back with the
two guys facing away from each other, their heads touching. Marcia quickly
went over to Maria. "Girlfriend, there's no greater sensation than having some
poor guy's convulsing lips and mouth gasping for air right into your pussy."
Maria sat down on Jose's face and pulled her thong aside as she positioned it
over his mouth. The Marcia did likewise on Carlos. The two women were facing
each other and they each took off the other's top, proceeding to fondle each
other's magnificent breasts, sometimes leaning forward for a lick while they
ground their pretty clean shaven pussies on the poor guy's faces. As Marcia
had promised, Maria went crazy as she worked her powerful hips. After about
five minutes of this, Maria suggested that they let the guys recover so that
she could have a turn at fighting both guys at the same time.

They went down to the water to rinse off and plan what they would do next.
"How will I get them to fight me?"

"They're not very bright. We'll have to steer the conversation in that
direction. Just come right out and say that if they can beat you, you'll let
them fuck you. Follow my lead."

So the girls waded out of the azure water and walked back towards the guys,
their bodies looking even more amazing all wet. The guys had just gotten to
their feet, and you could tell that they were still pissed, but somewhat
bewildered. Jose spoke first. "I don't know what you did, white chickey, but
somehow you tricked us, or you know some kind of martial arts or something."

"No, nothing like that. I'm just a way better athlete than you. And a lot
stronger."

"What makes you think that you're a lot stronger? I see you've got all those
muscles but I bigger than you and I'm a man. You just look like a man. No, I
think you tricked me."

Maria defended her new friend. "I don't think she looks like a man. I think
she's beautiful. And I love her muscles."

"What are you, some kind of lesbo?"

Maria looked over at Carlos. "I'm attracted to beauty and strength. You have
neither, you little toad."

"Well, I like the women I fuck to look like you, chicita."

"She's got plenty of muscle, asshole, it just doesn't show the way mine does.
I'm sure that she could kick your ass, too. God, what a fucking idiot. She was
so much better than you at volleyball that it's laughable. Do you think she
jumps so high because her legs are weak? Do you think that you couldn't even
touch her hits because her arms don't have any power?"

"And you'll never get to fuck me, Carlos, or you either Jose. That is unless
you can prove that you're stronger than me and a better fighter. Quite frankly
I think I could take you both on at the same time."

Maria came over to Marcia and Marcia start to run her hands all over Maria's
body. "Man, you guys. This body of Maria's is so hot. I can't imagine any
straight man passing up the opportunity to fuck this beautiful creature."

"I don't want to fight her, I just want to fuck her," said Jose.

"Well, she said you can, if you fight her and beat her. Take it or leave it.
Man, you guys must be real pussies. Both of you at once, and you're still not
willing. Are you a couple of homos?" By this point, both Carlos and Jose were
so pissed at Marcia and so horny for Maria. They were hot for Marcia too, they
just wouldn't admit it. "You promise not to interfere, white woman."

"Maria doesn't need my help." Maria broke away from Marcia's embrace and
turned to face Carlos and Jose. She put her arms out and somewhat forward, the
palms of her hands open and up, gesturing with her fingers to come and get
her. She seemed so confident that it unnerved the two men. They approached
cautiously, suddenly filled with anxiety, about four feet apart, so one would
come in on each side of her. And she was about to show them that she was more
capable than they could imagine. When they were about to strike, she swung her
arms back and then threw them skyward as she took a step forward, much the
same motion as when jumping to do a spike. Except instead of going straight
up, she jumped up and over them, somehow hooking her lower legs under their
armpits as she sailed past them, and then she tucked and rolled, throwing her
legs, and her hapless opponents over her head.

They flew about five feet and rolled five more. Both guys got up on their
knees, trying to figure out what had just happened when each of them felt a
strong hand on his chin. She placed one foot, first on the small of Carlos'
lower back and then she balanced herself perfectly as she did the same with
her other foot on Jose. Marcia watched on in awe of the amazing athletic
ability and knack for improvising Maria displayed as she leaned back. She did
it all so fast that by the time they reacted and started to try to peel her
hands away, she was leaning so far that she was bending them backwards, until
her head came to rest on the ground, looking back at Marcia, who came over,
knelt down behind her and they kissed as Marcia started rubbing Marias
beautiful tits.

Soon, their struggles to loosen her grip on their chins started waning. As
Marcia moved away, waiting to see what Maria would do next, she pulled back a
little harder until her back was on the ground, and then she let go with her
hands as she straightened her legs with seemingly little effort but enough
force that the already beaten guys flew away from her suddenly, forward onto
their faces. "Ohhh, baby," cooed Marcia, "you are sooo amazing. It's hard to
believe you've only done this once before today." Marcia was getting very
worked up watching this beautiful Indian dynamo work these guys over. Her hand
found its way inside her suit as Maria prepared for her next move, well aware
that she was getting turned on herself by her own abilities.

Carlos and Jose were both lying on their stomachs, a few feet from each other
with Maria still on her back where she had been when she pushed them away. She
brought her legs up by her head and kipped up to a standing position. A
startled Marcia asked, "Where did you learn to do that, girlfriend?"

"I just sort of thought it up. Why, do other people do it?"

"Yeah, it's called a kip up, and people practice it for a long time before
they can do it. You're unbelievable."

"Thanks. That's nice of you to say." Maria turned back to Carlos and Jose who
were pretty much out of it at this point, but Maria wasn't done yet, she
didn't even look as though she had expended any energy trouncing these hapless
men. She pulled them closer together so they were almost touching along their
sides. Then she sat down high up on the backs of their thighs facing the same
way as them, and intertwined her powerful legs around each guys inside leg, as
she put each guy in a half nelson. She yanked back on their upper bodies, and
powering up, straightening her legs, consequently twisting their much weaker
ones. They may have been somewhat out of it before, but now they were back to
reality, both men yelling in pain. Her powerful torso was arched as much as
theirs, but she was obviously more flexible as well as seemingly stronger than
both of them combined.

After only about fifteen seconds or so, but what probably seemed like an hour
to the guys, she let them go and with lightning speed, moved to her next hold.
She put their lifeless arms on the ground, each guy's outer arm out to the
side, and the inner arms over their heads. She spun around so that she was now
facing their feet and shot her legs back and out, almost to a split to get
around two bodies. Then she pushed them under those outer arms. She bent her
knees so that her lower legs went under their upper bodies. Bending first
Carlos' and then Jose's legs at the knees, and then grabbing the ankles of the
top leg on each guy, Maria leaned back arching her powerful torso once again.
Marcia watched with her mouth open, so turned on, so amazed at Maria's
ingenuity and even more so, her amazing strength. Maria was pulling back on
these two with all her might while squeezing both bodies inward with those
awesome legs and at this moment it was clearly evident how much muscle she
actually had under those curves. Suddenly, Maria's whole body went rigid as
she moaned loudly, having an intense orgasm and sending Marcia over the top at
the same moment, just watching this most amazingly gifted athlete.

When she let go, Jose and Carlos were so destroyed that they appeared to be
completely lifeless. Maria got off them and then backed up about ten feet. She
ran towards them, leaped high, higher than Marcia had ever seen anyone jump,
and while moving upwards and forwards, flipping backwards, torqueing her body
and throwing in a twist so that she was perpendicular to the two guys as she
hovered above them. Instinctively pulling her arms and legs back and leading
with her firm torso as she descended down on her hapless opponents, landing
half on each one.

Marcia couldn't believe that someone who had been shown how to do a flip a
mere hour before could improvise a move that took even very talented people
years to master. Marcia had another sexual meltdown on the spot.

Maria bounced to her feet and ran over to Marcia as Carlos and Jose started
convulsing on the ground. She grabbed Marcia by both hands. "Come on, Marcia.
I'm pretty sure I knocked the wind out of them again." They ran over and
repositioned the guys once again, head to head and prepared to plant
themselves on the gasping mouths for some more oral pleasure.

"Wait," said Marcia. "Let's take their shorts off. I want you to see that even
as you have proven beyond the shadow of a doubt how superior you are to these
guys, and even though they're the worst when it comes to attitudes about
women, and completely out of it, I guarantee they'll involuntarily show us how
hot they think we are." They yanked their shorts of and, as Marcia already
knew, both were totally erect. "See what I mean, Maria?"

Marcia and Maria went to work, ferociously fucking their faces, Maria on
Carlos and Marcia pounding Jose into the sand. After several minutes of the
girls enjoying the gasping breaths pouring into their pussies, suddenly the
gasps were mixed with moans as both guys shot their loads into the air with no
touching whatsoever. "Oh, Marcia, what a great feeling. You were so right."

"Maria, when you can make a guy come without any stimulus to his cock and even
as you've destroyed him physically, then you are a true sex goddess."

They got off the guys and went back in the water. When they came back, both
Carlos and Jose were sitting up, but still somewhat dazed and looking around
for their swimsuits. When the girls got back to them, they got on their knees
and begged not to be beaten anymore. "Can you admit that we are superior to
you in every way?"

"Yes. Please, no more pain."

"What do you have to say to my American friend?"

"You are beautiful and sexy. Your strong body is perfect. I was afraid of your
muscles. That's why I insulted you. Please forgive me." Marcia pushed Carlos
onto his back and sat on his chest. Maria was surprisingly less gentle with
Jose, grabbing him around his throat, lifting him to his feet with one arm and
then throwing him backwards before jumping on top of him.

"Maria, I'm surprised at your intensity."

"They made me mad, calling me a lesbo, insulting your beauty." She looked down
at Jose. "Do you not see why I would be more attracted to her instead of you,
weak man?"

"Yes. I am sorry."

"You're both erect again. Do you want to fuck us?"

"More than anything."

"Marcia, do you want Carlos or Jose? They're both so weak compared to us I
don't think it matters."

"This one is fine, Maria."

Marcia looked down at thoroughly beaten Carlos. "Do you want to come?" He
nodded. "Do you have the strength?" He shook his head again. Marcia knelt
between his knees. He thought she was going to go down on him and he let out a
moan of pleasure as she brushed her beautiful tits against his member. When he
was as hard as he could be, ready to explode, she suddenly grabbed his legs
and with her trademark overpowering strength, bent him in half and shoved his
dick into his own mouth.

Maria squealed with delight as she watched Marcia take the back of Carlos'
head while she pushed her body on the back of his legs, squeezing him in and
out like a human accordion, so that his dick went in and out of his mouth like
a fucking motion. Carlos tried to fight her off with his hands and arms but
she was so much stronger than him that he was totally ineffective. A minute
later he came in his mouth as Marcia laughed at his humiliation. Then she
looked over at Maria. "Your turn, Baby."

Maria looked down at Jose, who was frozen in fear. Moving so quickly, fast
enough to rival Katrina and powerfully enough to match Marcia, she got Jose's
cock into his mouth, but captured him using just her amazing legs. As she laid
down on her back holding him up with her legs, she worked him in and out for
just a few seconds, before he ejaculated, his stuff overflowing his mouth. The
girls got up, laughing and high fiving each other, then they embraced, rubbing
those amazing puppies, hands kneading hard butts as they rubbed their pussies
against each other, pleasuring each other one more time as the men lay there
and watched, too exhausted to move.

Marcia looked down at them with disdain. "This is what we do in America to any
guy who doubts our athletic abilities and our strength. They quickly learn
their lesson. Hopefully you guys did too. If not, Maria here can do some more
teaching and I believe she's got several friends who could do the job also.

In a voice so quiet and weak that he almost couldn't be heard, Carlos
whispered, "You are the most amazing and sexy women in the world. We worship
you ... ... Where are our suits?"

"In the ocean. Bye, Bye." And the girls got dressed and ran off, back towards
the stone outcropping that they had climbed a few hours earlier. When they got
to there, Maria just jumped off, descending almost twenty feet and landing
perfectly. Marcia gathered her wits and followed suit.

________________________________Marcia's bedroom

"I spent my whole two weeks there with Maria. We had several more
opportunities to re-arranged the outlooks of stupid men. There were plenty to
choose from. Maria was more and more over the top with each new encounter. She
was sooo hot. It was a joy to watch her in action. We didn't wrestle each
other again. We were having way too much fun destroying macho men. She just
got better and better with each encounter. I don't know if I'd win if we went
at it again."

"Wow, Maria sounds like she'd fit right in with the power girls."

"I hope so. She's coming to visit this summer. I paid for her plane ticket."