Step-Daughter's Revenge Pt. 2  
by Musclehead



Julie pulled her short cutoff jeans up over her muscular legs and zipped the
zipper, leaving the button undone, and grabbed Billy's T-shirt. Struggling to
get it on, it was tight around her arms and shoulders and her beautiful
breasts tested the limits of the fabric. The rest of the shirt hung loosely on
her amazingly tight core. Throwing her sweatshirt to Billy, he put it on, the
shirt having just the opposite effect on him.

They went up to the kitchen and Julie got out the stuff to make some peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches. Bob lay on the basement floor trying to
recuperate from the ass whoopin' that Julie had put on him, a beating that he
deserved after the years of the sexual abuse he had done to Julie. Today she
had shown him a new kind of sexual dominance this morning and at this moment
he was trying to ascertain whether he could even walk.

About fifteen minutes later, Julie had eaten 2 sandwiches and Billy had barely
touched his. "You're not eating, Billy. You're still too aroused, aren't you?"

"I never thought I would be so turned on by a girl's muscles.

Just then, Bob staggered into the kitchen. "Please Julie, show me some mercy."

"Mercy? Did you show me any?" She got off the stool she had been sitting on
and sauntered towards him. He shook with fear. "Actually, I, we, Mom and I
have shown you some mercy. Did you look in the back of you van this morning? I
don't think you did." He shook his head. "Mom packed you some clothes and some
stuff to bathe with. We're letting you keep your van and that one credit card
and we didn't mess with your business. Now get out."

She turned back to Billy. He was clearly still beside himself after all that
he had seen and experienced. "So Billy, it's obvious that you like my muscles.
Most guys do. Anything else?" She smiled a knowing smile. Billy's reaction was
the same as every other guy since she had begun developing her awesome
physique. "Anything else, Billy?"

"You've got incredible tits."

"Thanks. But what about my strength and my fighting skills?"

"Well, I guess anyone, male or female can be taught good fighting skills, but
I never thought a girl could get as strong as you."

"You don't know the half of it."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll start from the beginning. You know, I never worked out before two years
ago, but people asked me all the time if I did. I was just naturally kind of
sturdy, like my Mom, I guess. You heard me say downstairs that she can beat my
stepdad in arm-wrestling. I'll bet she could beat him in other things as well,
she's really strong. I don't remember my Dad, he was killed in a car crash
when I was one, but everyone said he was real strong as well, so I guess I'm
genetically lucky."

Julie went on to describe to Billy how she had seen the porno movie with the
French bodybuilder and how the woman was totally in charge during some awesome
sex. Julie figured out that if she became stronger and fitter that she could
have sex that way too. Her awful experience with her step-dad had convinced
her that when she became sexually active, it would be wise to be capable of
controlling the action. So she joined a gym and started working out. Like she
said, she was naturally strong and started seeing results quickly. She became
addicted to the healthy, fit and lifestyle, and especially getting strong,
taking supplements, lifting heavier and heavier as time went by.

And then it dawned on her one day that she was equal in strength to any guy in
the gym who might be about the same size as her. The thought made her fell
strangely aroused, like tiny little volts of electricity coursing through her
nether regions. It didn't take long to make the connection between strength
and sexuality, harkening back to that French bodybuilder who was so much in
control during the very physical sex in that video.

"I was easily the strongest female in the gym in less than six months. Well,
actually, not exactly. There was this chick, Monica, who was about
twenty-five. She had been a gymnast and she was so fucking strong. But she was
pretty small. Only about a hundred pounds compared to my one-thirty. I was
stronger overall, but only because of my size advantage. Pound for pound, she
was stronger. It was so cool to see her go over to a bench after some hundred
and seventy pound guy struggled to get one rep out at his bodyweight, and then
she would slip under the bar after he got up and crank out ten reps. A hundred
pound babe benching one seventy for reps, it was so cool. The guys would be so
embarrassed, but every one of them would stare at her perfect body as she
sauntered off after she had finished humiliating them."

"How much could you do compared to her?"

"I was doing one-eighty, but like I said, I weighed one-thirty. You do the
math."

"How much do you think I could do, I mean, you know, since I haven't done any
lifting?"

"I don't know. You'd probably be lucky to get ninety pounds off your chest."

"So you're twice as strong as me?"

"Oh, no, silly. That was a year and a half ago, and like I said, I weighed one
thirty. I weigh one-fifty-five now. I'm a lot stronger now." She looked over
at Billy who was visibly shaking, surprising himself that he was so turned on
by the thought that a mere teenage girl could be so strong. She reached over
and lightly touched his crotch. Billy moaned as his knees buckled. Julie
giggled as she turned around, leaving him lying on the floor and going over to
the counter to pick up his sandwich and eat it while she waited for him to
recover.

"Another cool thing, Billy, is that with this muscular body, my metabolism is
through the roof. I can eat like a horse and the only weight I seem to gain is
lean muscle mass. It's so cool."

He was sitting up now, somewhat embarrassed the he couldn't control himself,
so turned on by her hot body and her description of her amazing strength. "So,
you have the genes to get strong ... "

"I also work really hard."

"How'd you learn to fight?"

"Well, there was this guy, Tom. He was a good guy, worked out pretty
regularly, and he had a nice body. We worked out together sometimes and he was
real impressed that I actually could use almost as heavy weights as him.
Actually, I was sandbagging him a little. Unlike Monica, who loves to destroy
guys' egos, whether they deserved it or not, I never lifted my heaviest around
guys, going for form or reps instead. I would go heavy only when it was just
Monica and me. We had become workout partners and when we were lifting heavy,
we'd try to go when the gym didn't have so many people, so we wouldn't have to
wait for the equipment."

Julie went on to describe how she would remain covered up at the gym. Her
great body attracted too much attention and often, early on, the attention
from the guys was distracting from her workouts. Not so, Monica. She loved to
show off her small, but oh so tight body. And having had so many years of
gymnastics training and working out, she knew how to focus like a laser, and
all the attention from the guys served to pump her up even more.

Julie also didn't let anyone at home know that she was working out. She knew
that some-day she might have the opportunity to get some measure of revenge
against her hated step-dad for his sexual abuse.

So, Tom didn't know how Julie looked. Her sweats didn't cover up the fact that
she had a great body, but they did hide her developing muscles. And since she
held back when she worked out with him, he understandably thought that she was
close to him in strength, but not as strong. "Tom was certainly stronger than
someone who doesn't work out, but he was not particularly blessed, genetically
speaking, you know, his potential was merely average. Still, he was a nice
guy, and fit and attractive."

One day, out of the blue, Tom told her that he did some wrestling and wondered
if Julie would like to learn. Since she had a competitive streak coupled with
a somewhat aggressive nature, she thought it would be cool. So one night when
the gym was somewhat quiet, they met in the back room where people did yoga or
aerobics, where there were mats, and he showed her the basics of wrestling.

"Did you wrestle in your sweats?"

"No, I wore bike shorts, so he could see my muscular legs and tight round ass,
but guys expect women who work out to have strong legs, so it was no big deal.
It's usually when the woman's upper body has some muscle that it surprises
most guys. I had a long sleeved shirt on. It was tight, so it showed that I
had these nice puppies," she stroked her perfect breasts as she talked, "but
he had to imagine what my arms and my torso were like based only on touch."

The next day, when Julie and Monica were working out, Monica asked Julie if
she had wrestled with Tom yet. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Because I went through the same thing with him, still do sometimes."

"How'd you do against him?"

"Let me put it this way, if I was as big as you, I'd have beaten him. How
about you?"

"He's got pretty good skills and I have none, so he beat me, but I could feel
it, I could tell that I was stronger than him. If I had some skills, I think I
would have won. Or if I was the same size as him, and even stronger than I am
now with the added size, I probably would have been able to simply overpower
him, skills or no skills. As it was, even though I couldn't do a whole lot, I
was able to break out of some of his holds, just because of my strength."

"Well, girlfriend, I know how to wrestle. I have the skills and I'll teach
you. How'd you like it if the next time you wrestled, you could pin him on his
back and then watch as he spontaneously erupts, a tribute to your female
superiority."

"Oh, Monica, you are so bad."

"Did you fuck?"

"No, jeeze Monica, I not even eighteen yet. But I have to admit, it was a bit
of a turn on."

"Really? I thought you were older. But, I agree, it definitely is a turn on."

"Have you had sex with him?"

"Yeah, after we wrestled. He was turned on 'cause he won, and I was really
aroused because I knew if I was bigger, I would have kicked his ass easily.
Like you're gonna do after I teach you some technique. By the way, Julie, you
should start showing off your great body more at the gym. Instead of allowing
all that extra attention from the guys to distract you, funnel all that
attention into intensifying your workouts, knowing that as you're building
your body, you're causing mass boners every time you show up at the gym."

Over the next several months, Julie allowed more and more of her impressive
physique to reveal itself. But she still held back some when Tom was around.
All except the biggest guys knew without a doubt that, pound for pound, Julie
was physically superior to almost all of them, the same way they knew that
about Monica. Tom still wanted to work out with her and she was always nice to
him, but she politely told him that she and Monica were a good match. They
also made it a point to come to the gym when there were lots of guys there,
driving them all crazy with their tight workout clothes and their beautiful
strong bodies.

Tom could see from afar that both girls were getting stronger all the time but
he never thought that either of them was stronger than him. Monica still got
together with him for some wrestling and some fucking and she was getting
closer to beating him all the time which just served to make the sex better
and better. Due to his very average genetic potential, Tom's strength levels
had plateaued and Monica's was continuing to increase.

Finally, the day had finally come. Julie weighed a hundred and forty-five
pounds at this point, her strength matched only by her hotness, and she had
turned eighteen about a month before. And talk about genetic potential, anyone
would be stunned to find out that Julie had only been working out for two
years.

"So, Billy, this was going to be the very first time that Tom and I would
wrestle since that night when he "taught" me the basics. Monica had made
arrangements to wrestle with Tom late that night, but Julie showed up in
Monica's place."

When Julie came into the yoga room, Tom was really happy and excited to see
her. He really liked Monica and loved wrestling with her and she was a great
fuck, as most fit strong women are, but Tom had always had the hots for Julie
and had quietly struggled when she had always politely blown him off to go
work out with Monica, or refuse his invitations to wrestle again after that
first night. He had no idea that Julie and Monica had been wrestling for
almost a year at this point.

"I thought Monica was coming but I'm glad to see you. Are you ready for
another lesson? It's been almost a year, maybe we need to start over with some
basics."

"Yeah, that would be a good idea."

"Are you going to wrestle in those baggy sweats?"

"No. I think they might get in the way." She slowly, seductively stripped down
for him until she stood there in a slingshot thong bathing suit. "My idea of a
wrestling singlet," she giggled. "Are you going to be able to wrestle with
that boner?"

When Tom found his breath, "You look incredible. So powerful, so sexy."

"Monica told me you like to fuck after wrestling with her. Do you think you
might want to do that with me too?" She was being so coy, watching him almost
tremble with arousal, the same way Billy was at that moment, listening to her
story.

"So Billy, here's Tom, this guy who's reasonably strong for an average person,
and an experienced wrestler. But remember that I knew I was a little stronger
than him a year before when I weighed one-thirty, and here I was now, fifteen
pounds of added muscle, and almost a year of intense working out and wrestling
with Monica. He knew I had gotten stronger, but he hadn't known that I was
stronger than him a year ago and he thought that that was the only time I had
wrestled.

"I destroyed him. I was so much stronger than him that I would have beaten him
even if I hadn't learned how to wrestle. As it was, our match was so one sided
that it really wasn't much of a match at all. I could blow through any move he
made, any hold he might have with sheer brute strength and when I went on the
offensive, there was nothing he could do to stop me from doing anything I
wanted to him."

"And so, Billy, I had begun working out to get strong for sex and it had
spiraled into something else entirely, but now it was about to come full
circle. I was about to have sex with Tom and it was going to be sex my way. It
was going to be an awesome, over the top experience and I was going to be just
as physically overwhelming as I had been during the wrestling, even moreso
than that French bodybuilder in that porno video that had inspired me two
years ago, way moreso."

Tom had to admit total defeat as Julie held him in the tightest cradle
imaginable, his shoulders flat against the mat, his feet pointing towards the
ceiling, his body scrunched in so much from her overwhelming strength that his
knees were almost touching his chin. She had remembered seeing pictures on the
internet of women doing victory poses over men, flexing their biceps for all
to see. But Julie wasn't into that kind of silliness. She thought that if you
had to flex in order for your muscles to be seen, then they clearly needed
more work.

She let him go, stood up and straddled his body, her arms hanging at her sides
while she stared down at him. Julie could barely stand still, she was so
worked up. She was nearly panting, her chest, her beautiful breasts rising
with each deep breath, her core muscles tightening and relaxing. She reached
down and ripped his shorts off with one hand as if they were made of tissue
paper. His dick sprang to life, throbbing as much as the veins in her arms.

Julie pulled the straps of her slingshot suit down over her broad shoulders,
her awesome, gravity defying breasts popping into view, nipples swollen with
arousal. Tom instantly shot his load into the air with so much force that they
splattered those great tits. After pulling her suit all the way off, Julie
pounced on Tom, and brought her tits down to his face. He didn't need to be
told twice what to do and began dutifully licking his juices off her breasts,
causing Julie to go into sexual convulsions as she intertwined her arms and
legs with his, getting him into a position that was every bit as dominating as
when they were wrestling.

And soon enough, her breasts were pummeling his face like fists as she totally
lost control over herself even as she totally controlled him. He was having a
hard time keeping his tongue in contact she was moving so frenetically. As he
was no longer able to stimulate her breasts, she leaped forward and rode his
face to several orgasms before turning around and replanting herself on his
face. She liked Tom, so now it was time to give him some pleasure even as she
continued to take advantage of his oral servicing.

So, after about a half an hour of sixty-nining each other, in one last show of
overwhelming power and sexual dominance, Julie turned around again, took Tom's
ankles, folded him in half, pinning his arms and legs next to his ears before
impaling herself on his member and fucking the life out of him half standing
up as she brought him to the edge of suffocation with her firm boobs, letting
up every once in a while to allow him to breathe.

When the fierce fucking finally subsided, as they uncoupled, Tom was horrified
to find blood all over his cock. In spite of having the most intense orgasm of
his life, her thrusting had been so vigorous and powerful that he was so sore
that he thought that she might have broken it, but she reassured him. "That's
my blood, Tom. You just took my virginity."

"What!!!! You're the most awesome sexual whirlwind I've ever seen. This is
your first time?"

"Yeah. I just went with my gut, you know. I hope I didn't disappoint you."

"In spite of all the pain, Julie, it was incredible. I can't imagine what
you'll be like with some experience."

"One more time?"

"Please, no, I have nothing left ... .."

But Julie wasn't about to take no for an answer. "Well, in addition to not
being anywhere nearly as strong as me, your energy levels are way lower than
mine too, and I want more." She jumped back on him, and after inserting his
still rock hard dick, she grapevined his legs, spreading them out to the sides
as she pushed the exhausted Tom's arms behind his back, securing them with one
hand and pulling his head into her tits as she sat up, bringing him along with
just the strength of her well-developed core muscles. He couldn't move a
muscle as she bounced up and down on his lap, total sexual dominance.

"So that's the story about how I learned wrestling, Billy, easily defeating my
"teacher". She laughed out loud. "Please understand, Billy. I wasn't trying to
humiliate or hurt Tom. It's kind of like, you know if a woman has great tits
and it arouses her, then her great tits are going to be part of her sexual
experience. I'm amazingly strong and I am a natural athlete, and much the same
way a stronger and more talented athlete will dominate a weaker and less
capable opponent in their sport, that became a part of my sexual experience,
and Tom got off on it as well.

"And you have the great tits as well."

"Thanks. Part of that is my underlying pectoral muscles which make my boobs
thrust out even more than usual."

"What about your boxing skills?"

"Oh, that was even more amazing and that was a moment where humiliation was
appropriate. You might think that Tom wouldn't tell a soul about how I
slaughtered him, but he thought it was awesome that a female could be so
superior. That's why he's cool and that's why he continues to get to have sex
with me. So he told people about what an amazing wrestler I was. Some guy at
the gym, who was in his late twenties, and had been a golden gloves boxer when
he was younger, was saying that Tom was a wimp and that wrestling was a fag
sport and that boxing was a real man's sport."

Julie went on to explain what an asshole this guy was and how chauvinistic his
comments were. At one point he had actually said that if she ever had the
nerve to step into the ring with him, he'd fuck her up and then stick his dick
up her muscular ass. "So I told him that I didn't know anything about boxing
and that maybe he should give me a lesson before we actually boxed. I really
had never done any boxing, but I figured that my hard body could take a punch,
even a really hard punch and that if I concentrated and made sure he didn't
hit me in the head, I'd be fine."

"He said he was going to teach me, but he really just started flailing away at
me right from the start. I was right, his hardest body shots bounced right off
my strong abs. When he went for kidney shots, my obliques were equally well
trained. And I was able to evade any head shots. When he seemed to be tiring
just a little, I started swinging. Well, his core was clearly not as solid as
mine. I had figured out how to throw a punch just from watching him and
because of my strength, my hits were having quite an impact on him." She
stopped talking for a second, closing her eyes, reveling in the memory, her
finger absentmindedly finding its way inside her shorts as Billy watched her
bring herself off.

She continued telling Billy what happened when she finally took a shot at his
face. Her first punch knocked him out. For just a second. Lying on his back,
he opened his eyes trying to focus as she stood over him. She looked down at
this asshole with total disdain. Bending down so her face was close to his,
she whispered, "Now, who's going to teach me how to box, you pussy?"

In anger he lashed out from the floor hitting her in the stomach. What a
foolish move. He couldn't hurt her when he was standing and now he just made
her mad. "I yanked off my shorts and jumped on him, planting my pussy on his
face, my favorite thing to do, especially when the guy is a jerk. Reaching
back and grabbing his legs, I pulled up, folding him in half and I stared down
at this asshole while I ground my pussy into his nose. His eyes were filled
with fear but I didn't care as I fucked his face for nearly an hour."

"When I got off him he was out cold. His shorts were stained with cum and it
was hard to tell which had done more damaged to his face, my one punch or my
powerful pussy. They found him still lying on the mat the next morning. He
needed hospitalization but he refused to tell anyone what happened, and he's
never been back to the gym. Good riddance."

"So it seems that I have very fast reaction time, another genetic gift. That's
why I was able to dodge that jerks head-shots almost by instinct. So, a
lightbulb went off in my head, or I should say, came on. Here was a guy who
had boxing experience and he was going to the gym, working out, staying fit.
And then there was my Step-Dad, who had boxing experience but had gotten fat
and out of shape. I figured I could kick his ass with ease, my long awaited
revenge, the icing on the cake."

"What about your step brother?"

"Oh, that asshole. Yeah. He used to pick on me, and I know he bullied you."

"Are you gonna beat him up? He's pretty much of a bad-ass."

"Really, Billy. I'd have no problem with him. But I have something better in
mind. I'm sure Step-Dad has probably phoned him and told him what happened by
now, and I think he was due home anyway tomorrow. But I have something planned
that'll be better than me fighting him."