Power Girls Part 7  
by Musclehead



Maria was on cloud nine as she made her way through the airport. Everyone
treated her so nicely, as if she was somehow special. The fact was she was
special. She was a big young woman, stunningly beautiful in a totally natural
way. She wore no makeup, she didn't have to. Her straight, long black hair and
trademark gold hoop earrings complimented her dark beautiful features. But
that wasn't all. Since she had last seen Marcia, she had gained five pounds,
all muscle, in her shoulders and arms mostly, and those muscles served only to
enhance her femininity. Every head turned as she went by wearing a sleeveless
blouse and tight jeans, her butt the most perfect imaginable, those breasts as
prominent as those shapely arms. It didn't hurt that she had the brightest
smile in the world.

But she didn't seem to notice the attention she was garnering, only the
friendliness, until she inadvertently bumped into a man. "Watch where you're
going you Moor whore," came a nasty response.

"I'm sorry. I was looking for my friend." Instead of accepting her apology,
the man knocked all she was holding out of her hands and hurried on his way.

Authors Note: Back in Leonardo DiVinci's time, a nobleman from Milan was known
as 'Ludovico the Moor' because of his dark complexion and black hair and his
Portugese heritage, but also it was meant to indicate that he was also stupid.
When the Portugese conquered Brazil, they transferred that derogatory slur
that had been used against them to the Indians. (The first part is true, the
author made up the second part.)

As a man rushed to help Maria and pick up her stuff, she just stood there,
almost frozen, with tears in her eyes. Marcia arrived a few minutes later and
seeing her friend crying, she ran right up and gave her a hug. "Maria, what
happened? Are you all right?"

"Everyone was so nice. It was so wonderful and then this Portugese guy called
me a Moor whore. He ruined everything."

"It's okay now. Come on, my friends are waiting in the car ... ... Jeeze, you
look even better than last time I saw you, and you were only wearing a thong
then. What happened?"

"I started working out some. I'm stronger now."

"Girlfriend, that's a frightening thought."

Marcia introduced Maria to Katrina and Kimmy and they all had a nice drive
back home. But Maria was very subdued, not at all like her, especially
considering how excited she was to be with her American friend. Marcia could
tell that she was still upset.

"Maria, try not to think about it. Think about how nice everyone else was.
Think about all the attention you got because of how amazing you look."

"I'm trying, but to be called a Moor is a reminder of how we were conquered
and our lands and rights taken away from us. The Italians called the Portugese
Moors to indicate stupidity and then they passed it on to us. It is a reminder
of our humiliating past and it made me feel inferior."

"Girlfriend, you're inferior to no one."

"I wish I hadn't gotten so upset, I should have thrown him into a wall. Just
give me a little while. I'll be okay."

Katrina chimed in. "Maria, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
And Marcia tells me that you're as good an athlete as me and as strong as her.
And she says you're really smart and a really nice person. I'd say that that
makes you not just superior, but maybe the most awesome person in the world."

It's that Portugese asshole's problem if he still has prejudices against
someone who is so much better than him," added Kimmy.

"Thanks, you're so nice, you're all so nice ... ... I'll be okay. Maybe a
little four way love making would help. Marcia says that you two are as
awesome as her, and that's saying something."

"It would be our pleasure," the others said in unison.

It had been a couple of weeks since Maria's arrival. Everyone was so taken
with her. She was so beautiful and so friendly. The incident at the airport
was a distant memory. All of the members of Marcia's circle of friends were
into fitness, some at a world class level, while the rest were still so far
beyond an average fitness level that comparisons with other people were
superfluous. So they all had a great appreciation of the physical perfection
exhibited by Maria, indeed every one of them all but swooned at the site of
her in her bikini, even Mary and Fred .

And even before Maria had started working out, she was already part of that
elite group that was the fittest of the fit, the strongest and most athletic
people imaginable. And now, with an additional five pounds of muscle, it could
no longer be stated that you really didn't notice her muscles. But she still
wasn't overtly muscular like the girls, retaining that luscious look that all
the Brazilian Indian babes had, with just another layer of powerful sexuality
added, or should it be sexual power.

Recently, none of them had gone out of their way to find any guys to fight
that needed an introduction to female superiority. Marcia still had a thing
going with Ben, and they wrestled frequently. She still won all the time, but
he had gotten better. When two people of uneven abilities compete, usually
it's the lesser one that improves, being constantly challenged, while the
better one stays somewhat the same, not that it mattered, Marcia was still the
best, and sometimes, although not quite fifty/fifty, Kimmy. And of course,
Katrina would probably be the best if she weighed one seventy like the others.

The group had gotten together in Kimmy , Katrina and Alex's workout room for
some wrestling. Marcia suggested that Ben and Maria wrestle, something she had
been thinking about since the day she met Maria. After it was over, Marcia was
no longer quite so sure of her rightful claim as the best wrestler. Maria
absolutely destroyed Ben. It was about as one-sided a match as Marcia could
remember ever witnessing, including so many of her own past encounters. Maria
seemed like she was as fast as Katrina, if that's possible, and as strong as
Kimmy and Marcia, however improbable that might seem.

And the whole time that she was slaughtering poor Ben, she was smiling and
giggling, overwhelming him with that effortless grace that was her trademark.
She didn't do any dive bomber moves or anything extremely painful like she had
done with Jose and Carlos. She didn't want to hurt Ben. He was one of the good
guys. She just controlled his every move with ease, sometimes even letting him
get her in a hold and then with explosive speed and overwhelming power she
would blow right through his move and render him helpless in the blink of an
eye.

When it was over, Maria was kneeling beside him and had his feet up by his
ears, his arms surrounding his legs and the whole package held together with
one hand. Kimmy, Katrina, Marcia and Michelle plus Tim and Alex were the only
ones there in the basement, and they just sat there speechless, each one in
their own world contemplating the awesomeness of what they had just witnessed.
And some of these people, (the girls) were capable of doing awesome things
themselves. Finally, Katrina whispered, "Wow."

Maria let go of Ben and he flipped onto his knees and crawled to her, reaching
out to pull her thong aside. "Ben, you don't have to do that. Marcia said
you're one of the good guys and have a great attitude that doesn't need
re-arranging."

"I want to do it, Maria. You are a goddess and you deserve goddess treatment."
Maria looked over at Marcia with apprehension, knowing that Ben was her guy.

"But he's your boyfriend, Marcia. I don't feel right."

"It's okay. To the victor go the spoils." As Ben stuck his tongue deep inside
of her, she reached out, taking his shorts off. He sprang to life. He was
quite large, not as large as Alex, but then, who was. Maria reached out and
started to fondle his big boy, but Marcia interrupted her. "No need, Maria,
just enjoy what he's doing for you." So she did and soon she was writhing and
twisting her perfect body so beautifully that everyone in the room had a
meltdown, just watching her body in motion. As she orgasmed, true to being a
goddess, Ben shot a load like you wouldn't believe, having been stimulated
merely by serving her.

"You've been practicing, Maria" observed Marcia.

"No, really, I haven't been. When you went home from Rio, I got shy again
about wrestling with guys. But you were right about one thing. Carlos and Jose
never told anyone what happened, at least I never heard anything about it. I
saw them once more, at the public beach and when they saw me they quickly went
the other way. Even though I haven't wrestled, I have been working out like I
told you. First time in my life, so I made some quick improvements in strength
and I guess that helped my wrestling."

"And you were already almost as strong as me naturally before you ever did
work out. Do you think that you're stronger than us, now?"

In her typical self-deprecating way Maria blushed, "Oh, I don't know Marcia.
You still have more muscles than me. Are there going to be any more contests
tonight? I'd like to watch. Maybe I can learn."

Michelle was the first to speak. "Marcia, can Alex and I wrestle?" She turned
to Alex. "Do you want to, honey." Alex knew that he had caught up to Michelle
strength-wise. After all, he had been doing Q91Y for almost a year now. He was
twice as strong as he was before he started. And he was a lot bigger than her.

"Sure, Baby. Go easy on me." They kissed and then Michelle took off her
cutoffs and tank-top and walked out onto the mats in her white bikini.

"Wow, Michelle, you've been doing some core work." Katrina was impressed. They
hadn't seen much of each other during the winter but Alex and Michelle had
already coupled up a few times since he got home from school and he knew that
she was hard as a rock under her clothes. Alex and Michelle met in the middle
of the mat, kissed and got ready to wrestle. While there had been slight
difference in size between Ben and Maria, Alex was a lot bigger than Michelle.
But it didn't matter. She equaled him in strength in spite of his year of
working out, and she was much faster, more flexible, in short, a much better
all around athlete.

And she was really fired up. Little Michelle had Alex on his back and
scrambling to try to turn over into a defensive position mere seconds into
their match. Showing speed rivaling Katrina and surprising power for someone
so much smaller than her opponent, she had him under her control very quickly,
on his back in a very tight cradle. She leaned to one side, forcing him
farther up onto his shoulders and just before he was pinned, she let him up,
jumped to her feet and went back to a standing start position. Michelle was
all but panting with excitement and arousal.

All her friends were delightfully surprised as they knew that she wrestled
some and that pound for pound she was as strong as they were, but she was
being an absolute tiger, giving her boyfriend no chance to mount any kind of
offense, or defense for that matter. She really worked Alex over, letting him
go and then taking it to him again, several times and when she finally made
him submit, she jumped on his chest, pinned his arms to his side and planted
her tits in his face, not to smother, but to playfully rub them back and
forth. As if Alex wasn't excited enough already, he was now hard as a rock.
Her friends clapped their approval and Michelle managed to catch her breath
long enough to say she was totally aroused at the moment. Then she jumped to
her feet, grabbed Alex's hand and yanked him up.

"Excuse us," she panted, leading, pulling him along, out of the workout area,
and up to his room for some very passionate and very physical sex. Similarly
inspired, Katrina showed the group and Maria her world class skills as she
overwhelmed Tim before dragging him off for some female superior fucking.
Marcia and Ben decided to follow suit but without wrestling, as he was
exhausted from his match with Maria and Marcia wasn't up for having her
wrestling skills compared to Maria's at the moment.

Suddenly the room was empty, except for Kimmy and Maria. "I guess we're the
only two without dates tonight," joked Kimmy.

"Those little women are great wrestlers aren't they? That first girl, what was
her name? Michelle? He was so much bigger than her and she really killed him,
didn't she?"

"Well, you know, she was a gymnast too. Alex has gotten into great shape and
he's gotten a lot stronger, but he was a runner in the past, so he hasn't had
the kind of training that translates well into wrestling skills. Still, we've
never seen her wrestle with that much intensity ever before. I think she was
really inspired watching you."

"Me? Why?"

"Are you kidding? Maria, your match with Ben was the most amazing match any of
us have ever seen, and we've all seen, and done some amazing things ourselves.
Ben is a big strong guy and a very good athlete. You handled him like he was a
small child. I think Katrina was turned on watching you as well. You know, Tim
was a state champion wrestler in high school. That ought to tell you something
about her skill level and strength. She never has much trouble handling him
but tonight it was even more one sided than usual."

"Well I think I learned watching them. I was hoping to see Marcia wrestle or
maybe wrestle her myself."

"Maybe after she saw you handle Ben so easily, she didn't want to, you know,
be compared to you. She's always been the best of all. I mean, sometimes I
beat her, but she wins more often than I do."

"Maybe I could learn from you, Kimmy, if I got to see you in action, or if we
were to wrestle." Maria gave her a big smile.

"God, you're so incredible, Maria. Everything Marcia said is true."

"What did she say?"

"She said that you were so modest, in spite of the fact that you're an
unbelievable athlete and that with absolutely no previous training you were
quite possibly the best beachball player in the world, and just the best all
around athlete too. And also that you're totally cool, not arrogant at all
about how amazing you are. She said that you're beautiful and hot and that you
set her clit on fire."

"She said that???" Maria blushed. Before she could say anything else, Kimmy
continued.

"You set my pussy on fire also ... .I'd love to wrestle you. Can we wrestle
naked?"

The next morning, Kimmy found Marcia sleeping out by the pool. She sat
quietly, with a glazed look in her eye, like someone who had just had a life
altering experience. When Marcia awoke, Kimmy whispered, "You're not the best
wrestler anymore, girlfriend."

"What happened?"

"All of you girls that had your guys with you last night went off to fuck,
leaving Maria and I there alone. We talked and then we wrestled without our
clothes on. I had no chance. No chance at all. Marcia, neither would you.
She's the strongest person I've ever seen. And such quick reactions. Plus
she's got all the coordination and flexibility of a world class gymnast, like
us, but like I said, she's faster and stronger. It was incredible. And such a
turn on."

Both girls were quiet for a moment, pensive, each lost in their own thoughts.
Finally, Kimmy found her voice once again. "You know, we've spent most of our
young lives becoming impossibly fit and strong, and the effort it has taken
has filled us with this feeling of almost, ... .almost a right ... ..you know,
I'm not able to say what I'm thinking ... ... It's kind of like, you know,
without being arrogant assholes, we still know that we're hot, really hot, but
we've earned it. Maria's even hotter, in my opinion at least, and she's hot
simply because she is, like a birthright. And she's a better athlete than us
simply because she was born that way, so she doesn't have that ... ... .'I
earned my hotness' attitude. That makes it even hotter ... ... Did that make
sense?"

'Yeah it does, and you know what else I think?...We all turn ourselves on so
much because of the things that we're able to do, whether it's overwhelming
our boyfriends, physically and sexually, or beating the hell out of guys who
deserve it, and then sexually destroying them. Being the best has always
turned me on so much, but finding someone who is my equal without even trying,
well that gets me even hotter." She stopped talking for a moment and took a
deep breath, a breath with a hitch in it. Was she thinking about Maria?
Obviously. "I'm not ready to concede to her superiority just on your say so,
I'll have to find out for myself."

"I would only expect that from someone as ultra-competitive as you. But, along
those same lines, I've always felt the same way as you. We've spent our whole
lives becoming the best and it has always been such a turn-on. That's why it
was so startling to me that having an encounter with someone, another girl,
who was so much better than me it turned me on even more. It was obvious less
than a minute into our match that she could pretty much do anything she wanted
to me, even though I'm stronger than 98% of the population. I had already had
my first orgasm the first time she got me in a hold, and even though getting
so turned on has the effect of making me stronger, it didn't matter. Maybe she
gets that same effect too. The harder I tried, the more aroused I got and the
stronger I got, but she still had control of the situation. At one point early
on, she was crouching between my legs, effortlessly controlling my arms to the
sides, though I don't know if it was because she was overpowering me, or if it
was because she had me so turned on that I was having a hard time fighting
back."

"Anyway, her amazing tits are rubbing against my abs and she's licking my
tits, and then she lowered herself and leaned into me, grinding her abs
against my pussy. God, her body felt great, and her power was unbelievable."

"Her body felt better than mine?"

"No baby, yours feels great too. Maybe it's the newness of it all."

"I know what you mean, her body is so ... ... full, not as cut as us, but just
as firm. But I'm sure that she was just as turned on as you were."

"Probably, but at this point she was on top, and very much in control of the
situation. Soon my orgasms were cascading one on top of the next and I
couldn't fight back at all anymore, I was so sexually out of control. I don't
remember what happened after that. It was obvious that we were unevenly
matched and that wrestling anymore was meaningless. So we just pleasured each
other for who knows how long."

Kimmy continued. "You know how much energy I have all the time, and how my
energy levels go up when I get turned on. Well, in one more display of
physical superiority, she outlasted me there as well." Kimmy stopped talking
because she suddenly had a meltdown, rehashing last night's events in her
mind. He knees buckled and Marcia caught her, laid her down on the grass and
crawled on top, the two of them in a sixty-nine position as they pulled thongs
aside and dove in with their tongues. Their bodies may have been on each
other, but surely their minds were on that fantastic Brazilian Indian woman
sleeping in the basement workout room.

When they came down from their morning buzz, Marcia noted that Maria hadn't
been with a guy yet since she had been there. Sure, Ben had serviced her
orally, but Marcia knew that Maria liked having a cock inside her just as much
as they did. There was but one obvious choice.

"Alex," they both said in unison, giggling. Marcia continued, "But only if
it's okay with Michelle." They went over to where Ben was lying on the chaise
lounge. He was totally used up from his own encounter with the phenomenal
Maria, followed by a good two hours of intense fucking with Marcia, her
already high octane libido in overdrive after having witnessed her boyfriend
rendered completely helpless in his match with Maria. Ben was sound asleep.

He had missed the whole conversation about Kimmy's encounter with Maria, he
had missed the morning girl love, but they thought they'd wake him for a
morning swim. The lounge was a good fifteen feet from the pool, but the girls
grabbed him by the arms and legs, and without moving any closer to the pool,
counted, one, two, three, as they swung him back and forth before sending him
flying high and out into the deep water, before jumping in after him.

Before the day was over, Maria had had her time with Alex, marveling at not
only his size, but his staying power. And she loved his gentle personality.
And after their tryst was over, he would concur that Maria was indeed more
powerful than either Kimmy or even Marcia, as impossible as that was to
comprehend. In spite of his high fitness level, thanks to Q91Y, he would be
still sore for days. But he would be the first to admit that it was worth it.

On Sunday afternoon, Ben arranged for some friends who thought they were
hotshot volleyball players to come over to Fred and Mary's house to play
against Marcia and Maria. But the guys had no idea that they were going to be
playing a couple of girls. The guys were taller than anyone either girl had
ever played, Rod being six-four and Bill at six-six. People were sitting
around watching the guys warm up when Rod went over and checked the height of
the net.

"Hey, this is higher than eight feet."

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"Why is it like that?"

"I guess the thinking is that if you can hit on an eight-two net, you'll
really be able to blast it on a regulation eight footer. Funny thing is that
none of us ever play anywhere else so we always play on a high net."

"You mean you girls play on this height as well as your brothers and
boyfriends? Why don't we ever see you at the tournaments? You look athletic
enough."

"Thanks."

"All you girls look real athletic. A lot of muscle here."

"We were all gymnasts in high school, and then we sort of got too big for
gymnastics so we've moved on to other sports."

"Where are the guys we're playing?"

"Here they are now." Everyone turned to see Maria and Marcia coming out of the
house in matching pink outfits, not bikinis like all the girls hanging out to
watch. They wore pink tie-dyed tanktops that were a few sizes too small.
Nothing underneath, and both girls nipples were very erect, surely to be a
distraction to the guys, as if these two awesome athletes would need any other
advantage. Pink running shorts completed the picture, rolled down on top to
reveal detailed torsos and slit up the side to further emphasize how full and
powerful their legs were.

They went over and introduced themselves to the guys, who were kind of in
shock at how hot these two girls were. Yes, all the girls were hot as could
be, but maybe it was the fact they their outfits matched, or maybe it was
their quiet, but supreme confidence that unnerved the guys, but they were
clearly intimidated in spite of an almost comical height advantage.

Finally, Rod spoke. "Do you girls want to warm up? Take some hits, or
anything?"

"No, thanks." Marcia decided to say something to throw them off even more than
they were just looking at these two beautiful muscle babes. "We warmed up by
having some girl love before we got dressed. Do you like our outfits?"

"Yeahhh ... ... Yeah, they're nice. You two look great. Lots of muscles and
curves. But we're almost a foot taller. Why are we playing you?"

"'Cause we're the best. Do you want to put a bet on the game?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"If you beat us, you can fuck us."

"And if you win, which is unlikely, considering our height advantage?"

"If we win, you have to wrestle us in front of all these guys and girls. As
you can see just by looking at us that we're pretty strong."

"Bill, what do you think?" Bill was thinking that they had no chance of
losing, but if they did lose, wrestling these hot chicks might be as much fun
as fucking them.

"It's a bet."

So they started playing. On the first play of the game, Marcia received serve,
and surprised the guys with a good hit for a side out. Rod had the privilege
of getting served by the girls as he was the shorter of the two guys. As he
went up to hit, Maria came to the net to block, and he blew the ball past her
with total confidence that she wouldn't be able to get anywhere near high
enough to block him. They served Maria next and Bill stuffed her attempt to
hit the ball. It went on like that all game long, to the disappointment of the
crowd, who were rooting for the girls because they were their friends, plus a
natural tendency to root for the perceived underdog. Kimmy and Katrina knew
better.

When the score got to ten zip, and it looked like the guys were going to be
having some awesome sex before the day was over, the girls called a time out.
They went over to the sideline, got a drink of water, and then they took off
their shorts. If it was possible for the girls to get any hotter in the eyes
of Bill and Rod, they just did. The thongs complimented their tops and those
round muscular asses were just incredible. "Let's turn up the heat even more,
Maria," she whispered as she took her water bottle and squirted it all over
Maria's tanktop. Maria returned the favor. The water was cold and if their
nipples had been erect before, now they were rock hard. "Ten-nothing Maria, no
room for mistakes."

"What's a mistake, girlfriend?" giggled Maria, and they turned and went back
to the court.

"You're serve Rod. And, Rod. Your rod seems more prominent than it did a
minute ago. Hard to play when all your blood is in one place." Marcia giggled
as she went back to receive serve, making sure to move that ass the way only
really muscular asses can move.

The ball was served to her and Maria put the set right on the net. As Bill's
long arms reached over the net to stuff her, cutting off her path to the
middle of the court, Marcia jumped higher than she had the whole game, not her
highest, but certainly higher than he was expecting. She dropped her inside
shoulder and blasted the ball down the sideline, deep but hard. Everyone
jumped to their feet yelling and cheering. Sideout.

On the next play, Maria stuffed Rod even worse than Bill had done to her early
in the game, her head and shoulders completely above his, which meant that she
had jumped, with perfect timing close to two feet higher than he had. Ten-one.
The girls quickly rattled off three more points stopping the guys at the net.
Then Marcia unleashed her first jump serve of the day, her leap, a good three
feet out of the sand, certainly not her highest, but she wanted to make sure
she got her timing right on a difficult move. She did, and with frightening
power. The ball careened off of Rod's attempt to pass it. Ten-five.

The next serve went to Bill, who managed to get his spike past Marcia's block,
but it was dug by Maria. After the set from Marcia, she unleashed one of her
effortless jumps, as Rod attempted to block her. Her leap was a four foot
vertical jump, equaling what many of the girls had seen Marcia do on occasion,
going right past block and down with that quick snap of the wrist and
deceptive speed, into the sand for another point.

A couple more quick points on jump serves that were so hard they were
impossible to field. At ten-nine, Marcia served a sky ball, an underhand serve
done very high so that the ball disappears in the glare of the sun before
raining down. Somehow Rod miraculously fielded it but his pass went over the
net, right to Maria, putting up a short pass to Marcia, who had quickly moved
into position as soon as she could tell that the ball was coming over. She set
the ball straight up, the whole play happening before the guys could react so
they didn't get a blocked up to the net.

As that perfect set hovered above the net Maria leaped, higher than any of the
group had ever seen, a five foot vertical jump, and yet still with a grace
that made it seem like she hadn't really tried very hard. But instead of her
usual quick snap of the wrist, she swung hard, the way Marcia would attack the
ball. The only way anyone was able to ascertain where the ball had hit was
from the divot in the sand. She had hit the ball so hard that it was careening
off the sand, a good forty or so feet into the air before anyone could
actually focus on it. It was arguably the greatest hit ever. (Author's Note.
Maybe it wasn't the greatest hit ever, but coming from a female who was only
five-eight, short for a volleyball player, it certainly seemed like the
greatest hit ever.) Everyone was silent for a second, so stunned by what they
had seen. Finally, someone spoke. "Wow," exclaimed Rod as the rest of the
group started hootin' and hollerin' their approval, as the girls embraced,
rubbing their beautiful bodies against each other, both clearly aroused by
what Maria had just done.

Now the score was ten-nine. The guys knew at this point that they were being
toyed with. As they tried to regroup, standing in conference with their backs
to the net, Bill asked Rod, "Which girl do you want to wrestle?"

"I have a feeling we've been set up and the wrestling might go worse than this
game, or at least this second half of the game. Try dinking it on the next
play. We only need one side out and then one point. We haven't lost yet."

Rod received the next serve and as he went up to hit Bill's set, he tried a
soft shot, so sure he had pushed it out of Maria's reach. But this most
amazing of athletes torqued and twisted her body in mid-air and slapped the
ball down with as much force as her previous hit, as if the dink (the soft
shot) had been teed up for her. Ten-ten. Marcia dug the ball on the next play
and Bill was actually in position for once to block, but only because Marcia
had slipped as she made her approach. No big deal, Marcia hit the ball off the
top of his hands so hard that even though he had managed to touch the ball, it
bounced off his block and way out of bounds. Eleven-ten, the girls.

Marcia ended the slaughter with a hit that rivaled Maria's, so inspired by her
Indian friend, going right over Rod's futile attempt at a block, and right at
Bill, who could not handle this super hard hit. She hadn't jumped as high as
Maria, but it was a great jump nonetheless, and arguably a harder hit as
evidenced by the bruises forming on poor Bill's forearms as he winced in pain.

The guys turned out to be totally cool, profusely complementing the girls.
Telling them that they thought they might be the best players ever. "Why
aren't you on the pro tour, or going to the Olympics, girls?"

"We just want to have fun. And we want to be left alone. Don't you think that
as good as we are and as hot as we are, that if we were out in the public eye,
we'd never be left alone."

"I can see that."

"Come on, you guys want a beer."

They all hung out for a while, having a few beers, swimming, etc. Rod and Bill
couldn't get over the idea that two of the best volleyball players possibly in
the world were a couple of young women who were probably taller than the
average woman, but short by volleyball standards. But both of these women had
vertical jumps that were beyond belief, especially the Brazilian. And they
were both extremely strong and athletic. They also found it hard to believe
that they weren't out there in the competitive world making tons of money off
of their talents.

"We really don't want to be bothered with all that would be involved. We just
want to have fun," explained Marcia. "Besides, we have this problem. Well, not
really a problem, but we get all turned on by ourselves and our abilities. Can
you imagine one of us having a sexual meltdown in the middle of a game at the
Olympics with the whole world watching?" All the power girls started laughing
at once, the guys too, all so well aware that when you have the kind of
physical skills that these girls have, it naturally translates into sexual
skills as well. As Henry Kissinger once said, "Power is the ultimate
aphrodisiac." He wasn't talking about the same kind of power, but it was as
appropriate with the type of power that these girls had as it was with his
original meaning.

The new guys were as cool as Alex, Tim and Ben when it came to how the
acknowledgement of how awesome Marcia and Maria were, so they would not be
treated harshly, but, "Okay guys, time to pay the piper. Which one of us do
you want to wrestle?" The girls had decided that Marcia would go first.

Rod was the first to speak. "I have a feeling that neither one of us would do
very well. We're built for volleyball or basketball. I wouldn't say that
either of us has the physique for wrestling."

"But you might say that neither one of us girls has the body for volleyball."

"Touche."

Everyone had a good laugh and when the laughter settled down, Maria spoke.
"You are right, you don't have the physiques for wrestling. Neither one of you
would do very well against either one of us. That's why both of you are going
to wrestle my American friend over here at the same time. And you probably
still won't do very well."

"Do we have to humiliate ourselves? You already accomplished that on the
court, beating us so thoroughly at our own game. And I have a feeling that,
judging by your awesome bodies, you're both really good at wrestling."

Ben chimed in, "Guys, both Marcia, who's my main squeeze, and Maria, who I
just met a couple of days ago can beat me with ease, and I am built for
wrestling and even have some experience. It makes no difference. Marcia's is
such a great athlete, and so fucking strong like you wouldn't believe. I think
it's her gymnastics background. And Maria, well, I don't know her training,
but she really destroyed me. Her strength is frightening and her speed is hard
to believe. I had no chance."

"You were a gymnast?" Bill was incredulous. "I thought gymnasts were tiny."

"We were all gymnasts, except Maria. And then we grew, some more than others.
But I taught Maria some basics, and she was mastering tough moves in less than
an hour. That's how amazing she is. It's all genetic superiority."

Tim added his two cents. "I was the state champ at a hundred and fifty-five
pounds when I was in high school. Marcia set me straight. She re-arranged my
attitude in such an overwhelming manner that I was in pain for a week. Now I
weigh a hundred and seventy and I'm stronger and a better wrestler than I was
back then. Still, Marcia, and Kimmy too, won't even bother with wrestling me.
Katrina is twenty-five pounds less than me and she kills me. There's really no
point in wrestling her either. It's a foregone conclusion, but we're an item
now, so we wrestle before we have sex."

"I have an idea." Everyone looked over at Michelle. "Why don't Marcia and
Maria wrestle?"

"We've already decided that our first match would be in private." Everyone
expressed their disappointment in not getting to see what would be an epic
match. Maria continued. "We'll wrestle for you all, but we want to do it in
private first."

"Okay. Well, how about this. Alex here is my main guy. And he weighs about the
same as Tim. But he was a runner. I think that you tall skinny guys would
probably be as awkward wrestling as a runner might be, maybe more so ... ... I
wanna wrestle Tim. Right here, right now."

Katrina was startled at the boldness of her friend. "Michelle, he weighs
forty-five pounds more than you and he's better now than when he was state
champ, thanks to going up constantly against someone better than him, that
being me."

"I wanna do it. Now. You're not scared now, are you, Tim?"

"Of course not. I just wouldn't want to hurt you."

"Wow. I can't believe you just said that. Is there a hint of an attitude that
needs adjusting there, Timmy?"

Tim's face suddenly lost its color. "NnnNo. I didn't mean it that way. Sorry."

"Too late. Get ready to wrestle." Bill and Rod were stunned that this muscular
guy seemed almost scared of this most diminutive member of the group. She had
a pullover on so they hadn't seen her body yet. They were about to. Michelle
got up, pulled off her clothes and untied her thick wavy hair. She stood
there, looking like an amazon warrior, albeit a tiny one, ready to vanquish
her foe, every inch of her body hard and supremely developed.

Tim got up and came over to face her. He did not seem nearly as confident as
she did. Everyone was surprised, to say the least. They all knew that Michelle
was a great athlete, and she had really taken it to Alex the other night, but
Tim had more than ten years of wrestling training and experience and Alex had
almost none. Tim was thinking about his slip of the tongue a few moments
before, and Michelle wanted to show the group that no matter how much smaller
she was than the rest of the girls she was clearly in their league. And she
was still feeling the inspiration provided by Maria coursing through her
blood, sending her adrenaline levels through the roof. She was shaking with
anticipation even as Tim could feel his heart fluttering with trepidation. He
knew how some of these other girls reacted when they felt that their abilities
had been somehow slighted or questioned and he was afraid that it would be no
different with Michelle. The two opponents faced each other going into the
wrestler's stance, somewhat crouched, each looking for that moment when an
attack could be launched.

Tim thought he saw an opening first, and shot out for a leg, but Michelle in
an instant showed that her reactions were as lightning quick as Katrina's. All
Tim captured was air. Another attempt by Tim, and Michelle this time jumped up
as his momentum carried him forward and past her, her hand found the back of
his neck and with a quick push, his stumble turned into a face first fall.
Talk about confidence, Michelle didn't follow up even though Tim was totally
compromised. No, she turned, smiled quietly at the group, a knowing confident
smile, and waited for him to get back to his feet as she absentmindedly ran
her hands up and down her perfect, hard torso.

Again they faced off and this time it was her turn to make the first move.
With blinding speed her hand found the back of his knee and she pulled with
startling force. Suddenly Tim was airborne and starting to pitch backwards. As
he started to fall backwards, her other hand found his other leg, pulling up
on that one as well, as she drove her shoulder into his gut. He fell hard as
she slammed her body into him as he landed on his back. But she didn't stop
there. She continued to roll forward while still holding onto his legs. A
shocked Tim lifted his head as she somersaulted over, her short, powerful legs
finding their way around his neck. But she didn't stop there, either.
Amazingly, her forward momentum found her in a standing position, with an
upside down Tim's head caught between her legs and his legs under the control
of powerful arms, arms that had spent years on un-even parallel bars.

Everyone sat stunned, watching this amazing little dynamo do things that none
of them knew she was capable of. Before they could even begin clapping their
approval, she was already into her next move, throwing herself backwards, Tim
again landing hard on his back with her body landing full force on top of him,
her firm ass landing right on his chest. The first time he had landed, he had
a split second to prepare himself for the impact. Not this time. It all
happened so fast that his chest absorbed the full impact, knocking the wind
out of him.

Michelle released the hold and was getting ready for her next assault when the
usually quiet Maria yelled out, "Sit on his face while he's gasping, little
friend." Michelle got a huge grin on her own face as she pulled her animal
skin thong to the side and planted herself on those convulsing lips, but even
as she was getting into the pleasure he was involuntarily providing her, she
was putting another hold on him. She sort of twisted sideways, keeping her
crotch in place on his head, capturing one of his arms under her more forward
leg and scooting the other leg back and under his lower back so it would be
out of the way and would provide leverage.

She reached back with the opposite hand to grasp an ankle and with just one
arm, pulled that leg up so high that the ankle was near his head. She switched
hands, and then grabbed his free arm, wrapped it around the leg so that she
had his arm and leg on that one side and re-grasped, getting both appendages
completely under control with just that one arm. Her free arm found the other
leg as she leaned back as far as she could. Michelle was completely out of
control now, her pussy spasming wildly from his sucking and gasping. She
probably didn't even know at this point as she pulled that other leg out that
she was practically tearing his crotch apart, her strength growing as she
reached new heights of arousal.

Poor Tim hadn't meant anything bad when he said he was afraid of hurting her,
but he had insulted her sensibilities as a supremely capable female and now as
his screams of pain mixed with his gasping and sucking, this young woman was
turning into an out of control sexual animal.

Rod and Bill were stunned at the goings on, not just because this small though
powerful girl was wreaking so much havoc on this not so small and pretty
muscular guy, but also because no one was trying to stop her from hurting him.
'Shouldn't we do something before she really hurts him?" asked Rod.

"No, of course not," answered Marcia, "she's having way too much fun."

"But she's hurting him," implored Bill.

"Well, he shouldn't have said what he said. Besides, he's a pretty tough guy.
I hurt him a lot worse than what he's going through now, and he survived."

Bill looked imploringly over at Ben. "I'm not gonna try to stop her," said
Ben. "First of all, I don't think that the other girls want it to stop, and
secondly, the way she's going right now, I don't think I could stop her, at
least not by myself."

They looked back towards the action. Michelle had released her painful hold on
Tim and stepped back, watching him. She was unable to stand still, writhing
and panting, absolutely on fire, so deeply awash in her own power, both
physical and sexual. Tim, on the other hand was very slow to get moving again,
so in her impatience for more action, she grabbed his arm, yanked him to his
feet and then right up onto her shoulders. Without breaking stride, she
jumped, throwing her upper body backwards, again flattening him onto the
ground, with her on top. As he landed on his back again, her shoulders slammed
into his chest and lower abdomen as she kept the rest of her body above her,
for maximum impact.

Letting go with her arms, she threw her legs over her head and rolled
backwards so she came to rest on her knees next to Tim, facing him. This was
almost as much of a slaughter as he had endured during his first encounter
with Marcia. Having stunned him with her initial assault had certainly given
Michelle an advantage. And she was using her quickness and her gymnastics
skills to their fullest. Surely she couldn't actually be stronger than him,
could she? Hard to say, but she was sure kicking his ass at the moment.

Without letting up for even a second, she jumped and twisted from her kneeling
position, spreading her legs and landing directly on his face once again.
Quickly snaking her legs over his shoulders and under his arms, pushing her
feet down to the middle of his back, Michelle then leaned forward placing her
strong arms out and placing her hands on the ground.

As hard as it was to believe, Tim was trying to fight back, but he had been so
devastated by the speed and ferociousness of her assault, and in spite of his
considerable weight advantage she was clearly overwhelming him at this point.
And it didn't hurt that her level of arousal was seemingly increasing her
strength.

Michelle started lifting her beautiful hips up, and then crashing down,
slamming his head onto the ground. His legs were thrashing and he was trying
to dislodge her with his arms, but as his strength waned, hers seemed to be
increasing more and more by the minute. His efforts were more bothersome than
effective. She sat up, grabbed his arms and slammed them unto the ground.

After one or two more powerful hip thrusts, Michelle stopped, aware even
through her sexual fog that she could do permanent damage if she continued.
With a burst of power, she rolled to the right, so that now she was sitting,
actually kneeling, with Tim on his stomach in front of her, his face still
buried right where she wanted, and his upper arms still captured under the
fold of her knees. Michelle leaned forward, putting tremendous strain on his
neck, trying to reach his legs. But she was just too short.

So she started to squeeze her thighs inward on his head with as much strength
as she could muster until Tim started kicking his legs due to the tremendous
pain. Once again, showing her amazing quickness, as his legs flailed about,
she grabbed first one, then the other. Once she had both his legs secure,
holding them at the ankles, she leaned back as far as she could. Some of the
other girls had done this maneuver, but no one knew that she knew how to do
it. Well, Michelle not only knew how to do it, she was leaning so far back
that her head was touching the ground and she had Tim almost folded in half,
the wrong way.

As he screamed in agony right into her pussy, she bucked wildly as each new
eruption was more intense than the last one. Katrina had finally decided that
Michelle better stop before she caused some real damage, even as she herself
was getting off watching her normally more reserved little friend showing a
side of herself that none of the girls had ever seen before. As she got up to
stop her friend, Marcia grabbed her by the arm. "No, wait Katrina. Let's let
our guests, Bill and Rod do the honors." She looked over at the two tall
skinny guys. "Bill, Rod, see if you can get her to let our poor friend go."

As they went over to where she continued to use Tim for her own feral
pleasure, they conferred on how they were going to accomplish their task. One
guy got on each side of her each guy grabbing one of her wrists with both
hands, pulling with all their might. Finally she lost her grip on Tim's ankles
and Bill and Rod both lost their balance and fell backwards. Michelle's hands
found their way to her breasts and she continued to grind herself against Tim,
even as his body flopped back to the ground. Bill and Rod were up and back
again, trying to extricate Tim from the grip of her muscular legs.

Michelle continued to writhe and twist even though Tim was now free of her
sexual death-grip and lying lifelessly on the ground. As the guys were pulling
her away from him, suddenly, so quick that they had no time to react, Bill
found a pair of short super-strong legs around his head and Rod found himself
in a headlock, his face buried in her tits as she squeezed for all she was
worth with her arms and her legs. In just a few seconds, she let go and
bounced to her feet, leaving these two guys lying on the ground, gasping for
air.

What a scene. Two very tall guys, on their hands and knees, trying to catch
their breath, and a few feet away, a pretty muscular guy lying on the ground,
starting to stir, so at least everyone knew that he was alive. And standing in
the midst of these three totally beaten men, this small but oh so lethal young
woman, soaked in sweat, her thick hair all disheveled, but looking like she
had enough energy to do it all again. She slowly walked back to her cheering
girlfriends as Alex and Ben went to see how Tim was doing.

Michelle sauntered up to Maria, who was on her knees, but with her body
upright. Due to her five-eight height and Michelle's small stature, they were
almost eye to eye. "Maria, you inspired me when you wrestled Ben. How'd I do
today?"

"You were a monster, little girlfriend." Michelle leaned in and as their
breasts touched, they both shuddered briefly.

Michelle went back to Tim, who was now sitting, but still trying to shake out
the cobwebs. "I guess you didn't hurt me Tim." She reached out. He cringed.
"You shouldn't have said what you did. It really set me off. I may be small,
but my hundred and twenty-five pounds is all muscle, denser than yours, pound
for pound stronger than yours. You were so sure of yourself that you
underestimated me. Big mistake. No one here will ever underestimate me again."
As Tim stared at her perfect body, her abs tightening and relaxing with each
breath, it was his turn to shudder as he came in his shorts. She laughed at
his humiliation. "That's right, Tim. I am a goddess. And don't you ever forget
that." She turned and walked away, her round muscular ass swallowing the soft
animal-skin thong.

As she walked back to the group, she suddenly plopped herself down on Ben's
lap, laying her arms on his shoulders. After staring at him for a few seconds,
the newly emboldened Michelle spoke. "Tim had a forty-five pound advantage on
me. It wasn't enough. Do you think that if you somehow insulted my abilities
that your sixty-five pounds would be enough?" She started rubbing her breasts
in his face as she felt his response erupt under her firm ass. A goddess
indeed.